In a future where experience is a commodity, Mari makes a living by disappearing.
She is a
Feeler-a human proxy wired with neural ports, paid to walk, taste, touch, and endure so that the wealthy and the trapped can
feel life from far away. One client rents her body to stroll beneath Kyoto's cherry blossoms. Another-paralyzed and dying-borrows her lungs and limbs to swim again. Mari delivers these moments with clinical precision...and keeps none of them. When the session ends, the memories belong to the buyer, and Mari returns to her small room emptied out all over again.
The Agency calls it clean work: the terminal and the paralyzed seeking a last bridge to the physical world, and the healthy elite outsourcing the inconvenience of living.
Then a premium client requests Mari by name.
What begins as a sanctioned expedition becomes something else-an intrusion that tests the unspoken rules of consent, the porous limits of the technology, and Mari's last remaining boundary: the part of herself that has never been for sale.
Satellite Skin is a quiet, relentless dystopian science-fiction novella about outsourced sensation, the mathematics of sacrifice, and what it costs to remain a person in an economy built to treat bodies like tools.
