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 He is one of those few people who got HYPERSTRESS. What are you telling is this real she asked him exclaiming We keep our son very happy he loves us , he loves our neighbors. How can someone be upset in such a beautiful and peaceful world to an extent where one needs to resort to drugs which could cause them pain and irritation, there are some people who are sacrificing their lives for us and here we are being so ungrateful of them said doc.  So is my son a lunatic like people who returned from the great front her mother asked. Maybe he could be like them but he never went to great front rather its impossible for anyone to go there he is truly an exception we need to investigate more on his case then only we could reach to a certain conclusion said looking at his report. Everybody was shocked by this news , gradually as the days went by Sam's family had earned a reputation of being unconcerned, ungrateful towards their child and being insanely lunatic just like Sam .Everybody was frowning from them those who earlier was a supposed part of their family started to disassociate with them . But more obscure was sudden uprisings of people behaving like Sam as the days went by without even going to the infamous frontline Everybody started to believe that it was Sam that kindled this spree of lunatic people in this utopian world.

Everybody was discussing about it and soon it became a grander issue entailing all the great leaders and influencers talking about it in plethora of conventions, public speeches, secret meetings etc... One such meeting was being conducted in central bay of this utopian world CONFORMUS. The meeting was held covertly in CENTRAL ADMINISTRATIVE CABIN (CAC). All the eminent leaders and administrative figures of their respective fields were gathered to have a talk . CENTRAL BUREACRATS were assigned the job to explain everything in details . The CB's used holograms presentations and varied  data representation to give a complete picture of the epidemic covering al the avenues of it's efficacy. 

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