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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"Transphasia, that's what it is," Ordinary Spaceman Quade stated with "Stand your ground," I warned the others thickly. "They may be dangerous." Quade sat up on our crisscross litter of arms. "Aliens can't be Quade was delirious and we were drunk. He got away from us and jogged "But look at that screen, sir," Quade said with an emphatic swing of for the first curious-looking one. Quade got there ahead of us and made "Sssh, men," Nagurski said. "Leave it to me. I'll surround him." "Obviously." Quade glanced disgustedly at the screen. The men followed the First Officer's example, and the rope tying them still an inch less than Quade's. "I don't understand you men. Look at kind of thinking, for relying on tradition, on things that have worked before. Not only your thinking is slipshod, you've grown careless about I followed my own advice and landed in the dirt beside Quade. everything else, even your own life." The bouncer came to rest and regarded us silently, head on an eighty-degree angle. I was stone sober. "Feeling better?" I asked Quade in the infirmary. with a million variations. But the patterns repeat themselves. We learn to know what to expect, so maybe we can't maintain the reactionary caution the service likes in officers." "I resent the word 'reactionary,' Spaceman! In civilian life, I was a lapidary and I learned the value of deliberation. But I never got than a figurehead." Was this the way I was to be treated? Why, this man had deliberately 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 "Quade," I said, "there's only one way for us to find out which of us "I doubt that that is necessary, sir," Quade said. "Experienced the future, I'll be able to resist sensations that tell me I'm freezing to death—if my gauges tell me it's a lie." I examined his bandisprayed hide. "I think my way of gaining experience I clapped him on the shoulder. "But, man, you have just been telling Quade squirmed. "Yes, sir. One thing, sir—I don't understand how you experience could protect himself and cover even a rookie, under such familiar conditions—right?" "Yes, sir, I suppose I could," Quade said, bitterly aware he had lost me all we had to worry about was common transphasia. A man with your "Looks okay to me," I said. Quade passed a gauntlet over his faceplate. is less painful and more efficient." were trying to find out things about their world, so they even offered us one of their own kind to study. Unfortunately, he was too much for "Apparently, Quade, "But why should they want to help us?" Quade demanded suspiciously. this thing is going to creep up on us." "Well, I've learned one thing from all of this," Quade said. "I've been a blind, arrogant, cocksure fool, following courses that were good on some worlds, Quade nodded. "I've felt this before. It usually hits sooner. Let's "But you're losing confidence , Quade! You aren't sure of yourself any more. Isn't confidence a spaceman's most valuable asset?" "The hell it is," Quade said grimly. "It's his deadliest liability." Quade grinned behind his faceplate. "Good idea." "In that case, I must inform you that I am demoting you to Acting "Huh?" Quade gawked. "But dammit, Captain, you can't do that to me! "Maybe it's worth it," Quade said heavily. "Now maybe I've learned how "Quade," I said, "space isn't as dangerous as all that." I clapped him "It always has been before," Quade remarked. "Ready to swallow your words about this being something an old hand wouldn't recognize, "Quade, you're right! About the colors anyway. This reminds me of an Quade was as conversational as ever, though. "I can't see The new odor pattern in my head told me Quade was saying something I Quade then pulled me in the direction of the nasty little pain. "Not for an experienced spaceman," Quade griped. "I'm used to free-fall." But he turned back. I'm a notch nearer retirement too." "Tell me, did you always feel this way about letting the men select their own leader?" "No, not always. I was like you at first. Fresh from the cosmic energy test lab, suspicious of everything, trying to tell the old hands what to do. But I learned that they are pretty smart boys they know what they are doing. You can rely on them absolutely." human nature. Even I know that much!" He was pained. "If you don't trust the men, they won't trust you, Gav." "They don't have to trust me. All they have to do is obey me or, by crew is concerned, Ordinary Spaceman Quade is the best man on this "There's only one idea for that," said Quade, ducking his long head "Go ahead, Quade, tell him," Nagurski invited. Quade shrugged. "Miles." Quade gave a curt nod. cautious. There is a way one handles the survey of a planet like this, and this isn't the way." "It's my way. You heard what Quade said. You know it yourself. The men lazy, lax, complacent slobs want to do something in a particular way, I know it has "Then you'll be interested to hear that Spaceman Quade took a suit and "Cool off, Gav," Nagurski advised me. "It's been done before. Anybody else would have been a fool to go out alone, but Quade is the most experienced man we have. He knows transphasia. Trust him." "I trusted him too far by letting him run around loose. He needs a to think things through very carefully. One mistake was too many for me. My worst fear had been that someday I would overlook one tiny flaw man, not a stone, because I had missed the flaw. No one but a reckless fool would have gone out alone on a strange made a man a reckless fool by doing things on one planet he had once found safe and wise on some other world. The thought intruded itself: let Quade escape to almost certain death? Wasn't it because I wanted recognized in him the leader and symbol of this resentment? I threw away that idea along with my half-used cigarette. It might very well be true, but how did that help now? . I was going after him, that was certain. Not only for humane reasons—he was the most important member of the crew. With him around, there were only two opinions, his and mine. Without him, I'd have endless opinions to contend with. But it wouldn't do any good to go out no better equipped than he. spacesuits. But how would that leave us any better off than Quade? Why was Quade vulnerable in his spacesuit, as I knew from experience he would be? How could we be less vulnerable, or preferably invulnerable? the landscape more of a teen-ager's caloric nightmare. The four of us pulled ourselves closer together by reeling in more of our safety line. Farley and Hoffman, Nagurski and myself, we were cabled together. It gave us a larger hunk of reality to hold onto. Even so, things wavered for me during a wisp of time. girlish shriek. A sliver of ice. This was the call Quade and I had Quade. A on sluggishly to Quade's side, moving to the tempo of Farley lugged Quade over on his back and read his gauges. The four of us managed to haul Quade back by using the powered joints

<question>:
How did Quade feel about the situation?

<options>:
A He was less cautious than others
B He wished he was getting hazard pay
C It was completely unfamiliar to him
D He was more cautious than others

<answer>:

A