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Curious, I pressed it.

“I want to remember,” I said. “I want to feel it again. The whole thing. The fight. The door slamming. The note.”

The concierge smiled the resort’s signature smile. “I’m afraid that package is no longer available, sir. You have completed the Love Me Baby protocol.” File- Krilinresort---Jedi-tricks--Love-Me-Baby....

And that was when the silence became unbearable.

I arrived on a tide of burnt-orange dust, the twin suns already sinking behind the monolithic spa domes. The lobby smelled of ion-chilled champagne and recycled oxygen. Everyone wore the same serene, vacant smile—the look of people who had paid a fortune to have their memories carefully, beautifully extracted. Curious, I pressed it

“The final stage,” they said, gesturing to a glowing new line on the brochure. “Love Me Baby—Post-Forgetting Edition. It means you have successfully un-loved someone. Would you like to book a complimentary float session?”

I was here to forget her.

I tried. I failed.