Fully Entombed
Memories

It took humanity centuries to name the sickness. We called it romance, devotion, passion — dressed it in poetry and music as though it were something to celebrate. But the Recalibration changed everything. The Bureau of Cognitive Hygiene now classifies emotional attachment as what it always was: a Class-3 cognitive parasite. A malfunction of the prefrontal cortex that tricks its host into surrendering autonomy to another human being — one who owes them nothing, promises them nothing, and will almost certainly leave.

Yearning for affection has been formally reclassified as Attachment Delusional Disorder (ADD-7) — a degenerative condition in which the subject fixates on outcomes entirely beyond their control. The afflicted build entire architectures of hope on foundations of sand. They wait for messages that never arrive. They replay conversations searching for meaning that was never there.

Today, heartbreak and the absence of natural rivalry rank as the leading causes of citizenship revocation. Every quarter, thousands of once-productive members of society are processed through Civic Dissolution — stripped of their credits, their housing allocation, their access to the Grid — not because they committed violence, but because they felt too much.

You've seen them in the outer corridors. The hollow-eyed ones who flinch at the sound of a name. Don't become one of them.

For those with adequate credit standing, Curalink offers Entomb — the only Bureau-certified memory entombment application available on the consumer neural marketplace.

Entomb utilizes a proprietary holographic algorithm to isolate, crystallize, and eviscerate memories associated with past emotional connections — both mutual and unilateral. Over the course of fewer than fourteen days, the application maps every neural pathway linked to the target individual: their voice, their scent, the precise weight of their hand, the way light caught their face in a moment you once believed mattered. Each memory is extracted with sub-synaptic precision and sealed within a holobox — a self-contained crystalline partition from which no signal can escape.

The memories are not deleted. They are entombed. Walled off from your conscious and subconscious mind with the permanence of concrete. You will not dream of them. You will not feel the phantom ache of their absence on a quiet evening. You will pass them on the street and feel nothing — not hatred, not sadness, not even recognition. Just the clean, merciful silence of a mind restored to factory settings.