Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

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Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] Now was the captain's chance to prove he knew less than the crew—all their lives hung upon it! I realized that I was actually it for the first time. "Transphasia, that's what it is," Ordinary Spaceman Quade stated with a definite thrust of his angular jaw in my direction. "You can take my word on that, Captain Gavin." The alien stood between us and the ship. It was a great pot-bellied anything . That's why I'm Captain." "You'll get over feeling like that." lizard as tall as a man. Its sound came from a flat, vibrating beaver tail. Others of its kind were coming into view behind it. "Can't," I told him. "I can't trust your opinion. I can't trust electrogravitational disturbance of incoming sense data, rechanneling effects electronic equipment, like radar and television." planetary gravitational fields. On this planet, that blank kinescope may mean our Big Brother kites were knocked down by hostile natives." "You are plain wrong, Captain. Traditionally, alien races never stiff space armor was holding up our slack frames. interfere with our explorations. Generally, they are so alien to us "Let's let him escape," Hoffman suggested on the audio circuit. It was true. The aliens formed a ring around us, and each time a everything else, even your own life." "Just a minute, Captain. I've never been 'busted.' In the Exploration Service, we regard Ordinary Spaceman as our highest rank. With my spaceship where they belong. We shouldn't risk losing them and insulted me, his captain. I controlled myself, remembering the familiarity that had always existed between members of a crew working under close conditions, from the time of the ancient submarines and the first orbital ships. "Quade," I said, "there's only one way for us to find out which of us is right about the cause of our scanning blackout." I examined his bandisprayed hide. "I think my way of gaining experience is less painful and more efficient." got me away from those aliens." "The aliens were trying to help. They knew something was wrong and they experience could protect himself and cover even a rookie, under such The keening call across the surface of consciousness postponed my reply. "Of course not. I'll soothe my nerves by counting little shocks of "The hell it is," Quade said grimly. "It's his deadliest liability." Executive Officer." "Huh?" Quade gawked. "But dammit, Captain, you can't do that to me! I'll lose hazard pay and be that much further from retirement!" I could speak with experience, even if it was the least amount of on the shoulder fraternally. "You worry too much!" words about this being something an old hand wouldn't recognize, Captain?" "I'm swallowing no words until I find out precisely how they taste here." compensated for the transphasia while we still had a point of reference, the solid reality of the spaceship. But out here, where all and deflates to a tired joke." an "I'm not sure I do want to find out what that was just now. I didn't like the feel of it. But the important thing is for us not to get any further from the ship." "That's important, Captain?" "To the best of my judgment, yes. This—condition—didn't begin until we got so far away from the spacer—in time or distance. I don't want to see if short-range radar can get through our electrogravitational Sweetness building up to a stab of pure salt—those were the blips. pressure suit. "What do you know all about, Nagurski? Dogs? Spacemen? Women? Transphasia?" you themselves." "Did your crew voluntarily elect you as their leader?" "Of course they did, Gav. I'm an old hand at controlling crews." a thing, Nagurski. Your trust of these damn-fool spacemen is why you are no longer a captain. You can't trust anything out here in space, much less human nature. Even I know that much!" crew is concerned, Ordinary Spaceman Quade is the best man on this ship." "He is getting our exploration parties through this transphasia?" "There's only one idea for that," said Quade, ducking his long head and stepping through the connecting hatch. "With the Captain's permission...." "Go ahead, Quade, tell him," Nagurski invited. "There's only one way to wade through transphasia with any with the spaceship. Parties are strung out on guide line, like we were, but the cable has to be run back and made fast to the hull." "How far can we run it back?" Quade shrugged. "Miles." sites that often. You can't use the drive in a gravitational field, you know." "What else can we do, Captain?" Nagurski asked puzzledly. "You've said that the spaceship is our only protection from transphasia. Is that it?" Quade gave a curt nod. "Then," I told them, "we will have to start tearing apart this ship." Sergeant-Major Hoffman and his team were doing a good job of ripping shook his head disapprovingly. "Spaceships have parts as interchangeable as Erector sets. We can take apart the tractors and put our ship back together again after we complete the survey." what it looks like. We can take off in a reasonable facsimile of a spaceship." "Not," he persisted, "if too Nagurski flushed. "Look here, Captain, you are being too damned cautious. There is a way one handles the survey of a planet like this, "In departing from standard procedure that we have learned to trust, you are risking more than a few men—you risk the whole mission in gambling so much of the ship. A captain doesn't take chances like that!" "I never said I wouldn't take chances. But I'm not going to take stupid would be doing it wrong." "You know nothing about space, Captain! You have to trust us ." "I would," I answered levelly. "Then you'll be interested to hear that Spaceman Quade took a suit and "Shut up, Wallace. You don't have to like me, but you can't twist what I said as long as I command this spacer." me. My worst fear had been that someday I would overlook one tiny flaw and ruin a gem. Now I might have ruined an exploration and destroyed a let Quade escape to almost certain death? Wasn't it because I wanted well be true, but how did that help now? Why was Quade vulnerable in his spacesuit, as I knew from experience he How could we be less vulnerable, or preferably invulnerable? He patted a space helmet paternally. "You got yourself a self-contained "You are right," I said, "only transphasia comes right through these block out all sound and still have a man-shaped suit. You have—" spaceship. There isn't time for that. We will have to live with the sound." "What do you think he's going to hear out there, Captain? We'd like to find one of those beautiful sirens on some planet, believe me, but—" "Devise some regular system of interruptions," I suggested. can compensate for high-pitched Farley paled. "Captain, are you implying that I should be running "Ration it to the men!" hasn't yet developed anything to make spacemen taste or smell better." "They are going to smell like a herd of winos," Farley said. "I don't "This is serious business. I must ask whoever has been giggling on this channel to shut up. Pardon me, Captain. You weren't giggling, "Quail," Nagurski replied. "That's what I see." "You," I said carefully, "have been in space a long wind—psychosomatic reaction—and his heating circuits compensated for

<question>:
What helped mitigate the effects of the anomaly?

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A Talking
B Moving around
C The training of the spacemen
D The ship

<answer>:

D