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

<passage>:
all over the universe. But it took sweet old Grandma Perkins, of the pirate ship Dirty Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] "I can always get along with a man if he remembers who he is," said Darling Toujours, the raven-haired, creamy-skinned televideo actress whose smoke-and-flame eyes lit fires in hearts all over the solar smile. The two of them were sitting in the finest lounge of the luxury space ship Kismet Kismet was blasting through space at close to the speed of light, bound from Callisto, one of Jupiter's moons, back to Earth. But none of the two hundred Earthbound passengers were conscious of the speed at all. pay any attention to him, Captain. You know how writers are—always putting words in other people's mouths, and not very good ones at that." "Do you mean not very good words or not very good mouths, my dear?" Carlton asked. The solar system's most famous actress clamped her scarlet lips shut with rage. It would take someone like Carlton E. Carlton, she knew, to point out the one minor blemish in an otherwise when she learned that Carlton was to be a fellow passenger. But her studio had wired her to return to Earth immediately to make a new series of three dimensional video films. And the Kismet was the only first class space ship flying to Earth for two weeks. So she had kept her ticket in spite of Carlton. "I must say that I think Miss Toujours has the prettiest mouth I've ever seen," boomed Captain Fogarty, his voice sounding something like a cross between a foghorn and a steam whistle. And he was not merely being gallant, for many a lonely night as he flew the darkness between fit of hysteria. The Captain took command. "Now, look here, Madam," he sputtered. "What is it you want?" "But why do we have to have a contract?" Johnny leaned back, relaxing against the door. "Well, STAR—that's Stellar Transportation and Atomic Research, you know—is one of the thirteen monopolies in this part of the solar system. The "Big Thirteen," we call them. STAR charters every space flight in this neck of the woods. Well, back in the old days, when space flights were scarce, it used to be that you'd pay for a ticket from Saturn to Earth, In order to get the monopoly, they had to promise to stop all that. And the Solar Congress makes them sign contracts guaranteeing you that they won't put you off against your wishes. Of course, they don't dare do it anymore anyway, but that's the law." "Then I'll make it a short story. You see, Johnny, I'm an old woman. get in their way. There just isn't much left in life for a feeble old "To be truthful, Johnny, they've grown old and stodgy, all of them. Kismet's general alarm, and on its heels, charging through the main salon like a rhinoceros in heat, came Captain Fogarty. "PIRATES! PIRATES! We're being attacked by space pirates! You there!" he shouted at Johnny. "Man your station! And you, Madam, to your quarters at once! PIRATES!" he shouted again and barged through the excitement after all. II The Starship Kismet was the pride and joy of Stellar Transportation and Atomic Research. It was outfitted with every known safety device and the control room was masterfully planned for maximum efficiency. bridge was a welter of confusion. The Senior Watch Officer was shouting at his assistant, the Navigator was cursing out the Pilot and the Gunnery Officer, whose job had been a sinecure until now, was bellowing at them all. Above the hubbub, suddenly, came the raucous voice of Captain Fogarty as he stalked onto the bridge. "What in great space has happened to the motors? Why are we losing speed?" The Senior Watch Officer saluted and shouted, "Engine Room reports the engines have all stopped, Sir. Don't know why. We're operating the lights and vents on emergency power." The Communications Officer spoke up. "The pirate ship reports that they're responsible, Sir. They say they've got a new device that will leave us without atomic power for as long as they like." As if to confirm this, over the loudspeaker came a voice. "Ahoy, STAR Kismet . Stand by for boarders. If you don't open up to us, we'll blast you off the map." "Pirates! Attacking us! Incredible!" cried the Captain. "There are no pirates any more. What have we got a Space Patrol for? Where in blazes is the Space Patrol anyway?" The Communications Officer gulped. "Er, ah, we got in contact with Commodore Trumble. He says his ship can get here in ten hours anyway, and for us to wait for him." "The guns are useless," whined the Gunnery Officer. "The atomics that run them won't operate at all. What will we do?" "Ahoy, STAR Kismet . Open up your hatches when we arrive and let us in, or we won't spare a man of you," boomed the loudspeaker. "Pirates going to board us. How nice," muttered Grandma to herself as she eavesdropped just outside the door to the bridge. "They'll never get through the hatches alive. At least our small arms still work. We'll kill 'em all!" cried Captain Fogarty. "We only want one of you. All the rest of you will be spared if you open up the hatches and don't try to make no trouble," came the voice over the radio. "Tell them I'd rather all of us be killed than to let one dirty pirate on board my ship," the Captain shouted to the Communications Officer. "Oh, my goodness. That doesn't sound very smart," Grandma said half aloud. And turning from the doorway, she crept back through the deserted passageway. marked: EMERGENCY LOCK DO NOT OPERATE IN FLIGHT The outer hatch opened almost immediately. The radio in Grandma's suit crackled with static. "What are you doing here?" demanded a voice over the suit radio. "Pirates! I'm hiding from the pirates. They'll never find me here!" she told them in a voice she hoped sounded full of panic. "What's your name?" asked the voice. "Darling Toujours, famous television actress," she lied quite calmly. "That's the one, boys," said another voice. "Let's go." Catching hold from the Kismet , the men in the control room relaxed and began to take off their space suits. One of the men who Grandma soon learned was Lamps O'Toole, the nominal leader of the pirates, stretched his brawny body to ease the crinks out of it and then rubbed his hands together. One of the other men piped up. "And to think we get the pleasurable comfortable without that space suit on," he said. "Oh, no, thank you. I feel much better with it on," a small voice said over the suit's loudspeaker system. Lamps grinned. "Oh, come now, Miss Toujours. We ain't going to hurt you. I guarantee nobody will lay a finger to you." can't—Well, there's lots of things you can't do with one of them attire." giving them a withered little smile. "And if you want to know why, really pirates. We used to operate this tub as a freighter between the Jupiter moons. But STAR got a monopoly on all space flights, including freight, and they just froze us out. We can't operate nowhere in the solar system, unless we get their permission. And they just ain't money, and to top it all off, we'll be wanted for piracy by the Space Patrol."

<question>:
Which of the following is NOT a technological advancement that's a part of this story?

<options>:
A The ability to watch media with 3D capabilities
B The ability to live on places other than Earth
C The ability to transfer between spaceships
D The ability to control spaceships with voice-command technologies

<answer>:

D