The Age Of The Pussyfoot

Your name is Charles Forrester. You died five centuries ago in a fire. You have just awakened--the year is 2527 A.D. Your burned out parts have been restored. (Do your eyes seem a little bluer, your nose a little straighter?) You've got quarter of a million dollars in accumulated insurance; a beautiful woman is sending you ESP kisses, and you're equipped with a Joymaker computer that can provide almost anything you want. In fact, Charles Forrester, you should be the happiest man who ever lived twice. But...