In the not-too-distant future, when every conceivable flat surface is covered by advertising, men and women begin selling the geography of their bodies to the highest corporate bidders. What they don't know is that the new tattoos have integrated circuits that track every product they use. It's no big deal until weddings are forbidden based on corporate conflicts of interest. This biting satire by Clifford Meth (Snaked) will tickle the bejezus out of you.
Vaughan & Chiang's "Paper Girls" Builds a Familiar Yet Disconcerting World