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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condemned inquisitor? death-struggle, lashing out with flames of poison. Yet deep in their twisted, radioactive wreckage the main battle raged—where a girl swayed sensuously before her conqueror's mocking eyes. [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Die now—die now—die now —" The votron had awakened her with its heart-breaking code message, and it was her duty to carry out its command. Nine years after the great battle globes had crunched together the mentors had sealed her in this tiny cell, dormant, unwaking, to be livened only when it was certain her countrymen had either definitely won—or lost. The votron's telepathic dirge chronicled the latter fact. She had expected nothing else. and the conquerors would join the conquered in the wide and nameless grave of space. But life, now doled out by the second, was too delicious to abandon immediately. Her mind, like that of a drowning person, raced hungrily and terrible, with the recurrent vision of death. It had taken the The "No. I shall die here." die usefully. The mentors are trying to develop a force that will destroy both globes in the moment of our inevitable defeat. If they are "There's an off-chance you may survive," countered a mentor. "We're also working on a means for your escape—not only because you are Gordon's daughter, but because this great proton storm will prevent finality. She clenched her fingernails vehemently into her palms and wrenched would she die. clutched their conquering battle globe in a metallic rigor mortis. She gave herself six weeks to accomplish this stalemate in space. Within that time she must know whether the prime movers were still unsafe, she must secure the unwitting assistance of her Scythian enemies. to come would be her apparent harmlessness. Should he shoot immediately, or should he capture her? It had been two he would call up the squad. Finally, they would kill her and move on. in this manner when a howl of unbearable fury sounded in his mind, and the dull light in his brain went out. She fought for her life under that mile-high ceiling. For I.Q.'s of 100 and less, telepathic cortical paralysis was quite He was prepared for a last-ditch denial. He would cut it short, have way, it was unfortunate. The woman was obviously of a high Terran class. No—he couldn't consider that. His slender means couldn't afford another woman in his quarters, and besides, he wouldn't feel safe with this cool murderess. their custom with recalcitrant prisoners, but she took no notice. She had analyzed the minds of the three men. She could handle the have interesting information." could take the information and then kill her. He nodded curtly to the another. short with a horrible realization. Under the paralyzing force of a mind memory of the woman. However, in the due course of events, the "Where did you want to go?" "That way." He pointed to the largest building of the group—two frowned. She might have to get rid of the cat if she stayed here. Under certain circumstances the animal could prove her deadliest enemy. they want you or don't want you. Just why did they transfer you to some answer that would keep him from checking with the inquisitor. It you , that is, I mean—" "Yes?" he was the soul of graciousness. S'ria Gerek began to dictate managed a delicate flush. "I meant to say, I thought I would be happier certain now that the Zone Commandant was high-born and telepathic. The chances were only fifty-fifty that she could delude him for any length of time if he became interested in her. He must be avoided if at all possible. It should not be too difficult. He undoubtedly had a dozen personal secretaries and/or concubines and would take small interest in sends you his compliments and wishes to see you on the balcony." He Her heart was beating faster as she walked down the hall. She felt a very strong probe flooding over her brain casually, palping with mild interest the artificial memories she supplied: Escapades with officers in the combat areas. Reprimands. Demotion and transfer. Her deception of Gorph. Her anticipation of meeting a real Viscount and hoping he would let her dance for him. The questing probe withdrew as idly as it had come, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She could not hope to deceive a suspicious telepath for long. Perat was merely amused at her "lie" to his under-supervisor. He had accepted her at her own face value, as supplied by her false memories. and unconscious superiority. To Evelyn the jeweled fingers bespoke an unnatural contrast to the past history of the man and were symptomatic of a personality that could find stimulation only in strange and cruel pleasures. In alarm she suddenly realized that she had inadvertently let her appraisal penetrate her uncovered conscious mind, and that this probe was there awaiting it. Her father. The sweat continued to grow on her forehead, and she felt for a moment bedtime stories to her from a great book with many pictures. An icy, amused voice came through: "Our orders are to kill all prisoners. It is entertaining to shoot down helpless men, isn't it? It warms me to know that I am cruel and wanton, and worthy of my trust." Even in the midst of her horror, a cold, analytical part of her was explaining why the Commandant had called her to the balcony. Because all captured Terrans had to be killed, he hated his superiors, his own men, and especially the prisoners. A task so revolting he could not relegate to his own officers. He must do it himself, but he wanted his underlings to know he loathed them for it. She was merely a symbol of that contempt. His next words did not surprise her. "It is even more stimulating to require a shuddering female to kill them. You are shuddering you know?" from it to the floor. She was thinking hard. She could kill the problem of detonating the pile remained, and it would not be solved more quickly by killing the man who controlled the pile area. On the contrary if she could get him interested in her— "So far as our records indicate," murmured Perat, "the man down there surveying the courtyard and the dead. "Gorph will be wondering what office staff, memorizing area designations, channels for official messages, and the names and authorizations of occupational field crews. By night she danced for Perat, who never took his eyes from her, nor Evelyn studied the trio with growing wonder. The old man and the boy because he hated war. And that is a path in our country estate on ?" "What did he say about it?" "He said, 'Your widow and son send greetings. Be of good cheer, and accept our love.' What nonsense! He knows very well I'm not married and that—well, if I have ever fathered any children, I don't know about them." but I guess he found another. But why should I want two of them?" phase on our way to death. This foolish, foolish war. Maybe the old alone. I suppose he took a bribe. You'll find one now and then who tries for a little extra profit." stimulus would almost certainly make him remember. the earnest faces of the mentors as they instructed her carefully in the use of the "perfume." The adrenalin glands, they had explained, provided a useful and powerful stimulant to a man in danger. Adrenalin slowed the heart and digestion, increased the systole and blood over-stimulated, in some unknown way, the adrenals of frightened persons. It had no effect on inactive adrenals. The question remained—who would be the more frightened, she or the

<question>:
Of the following options, who would most likely enjoy this story and why?

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A Readers of war and espionage novels, because of the elements of deceit in the story
B Mystery fans, because the story unravels slowly and answers questions along the way
C Sci-fi nerds, because of the battleship and space components of the story
D Romance fans, because of her relationship with her superior

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A