Don't get too excited, now, mouse-kind. We can't yet create a detailed reminiscence about a piece of Danish blue cheese you've never had, or that one time you reunited with your Papa while wearing a giant blue hat. What we can do is trick you into thinking we tortured you in a chamber where we actually didn't. (We did torture. Just in a different location. The extraordinary rendition of mousedom.)
Come to think of it, this really sounds more like post-traumatic stress disorder than memory implantation. But if we could get even one mouse to squeak out "Myy...Name...Issss...NAHHHT FIEVEL!", it'll be worth it.