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

<passage>:
The Repairman One: The beacon was repaired. Two: The door was sealed, so there should be no more sabotage, Four: The fact that they would probably let another repairman in, under the same conditions, if the beacon conked out again. At least I had done nothing, like butchering a few of them, that would make them antagonistic toward future ancestral messengers. was renewed. beacon has shut down. It’s a Mark III beacon.…” kind of beacon?” I asked him. I have repaired earliest type of beacon ever built—by Earth, no less. Considering be the first beacon.” than a beacon—must be at least a few hundred meters high. would take a year to install a new beacon—besides being too expensive—and this relic is on one of the main routes. We have it really should be called trouble-shooting. Hyperspace beacons are made to last forever—or damn close to it. When one of them breaks down, an accident, and repairing the thing is never a matter of .” I nodded moodily at his pointing finger. “How I wish I could fire you all! Combination space-jockeys, mechanics, engineers, soldiers, con-men and anything else it takes to do the repairs. I have to browbeat, bribe, blackmail and bulldoze you thugs how I feel. But the ships must go through! The beacons must beacon to the broken-down Proxima Centauri Beacon was on one of the To understand the importance of the beacons, you have to understand to even tell if they had moved. The beacons solved that problem and Triangulation and quadrature of the beacons works for For a hyperspace jump, you need at least four beacons for an accurate beacon is important and every one has to keep operating. That is where I when a beacon breaks down, how do you find it? by using other beacons, then finish the trip in normal space. This can the navigator, using every beacon I could get an accurate fix on. The didn’t want to lose the ship. The time went fast. I rebuilt my camera for about the twentieth time and Planet two, where the beacon was situated according to the old charts, The old boys had enough brains to choose a traceable site for the beacon, equidistant on a line between two of the most prominent mountain the beacon appear on the screen. wasn’t my beacon. plans—and there it was. The beacon had a precipitating field and a this was used to cool the reactor that powered the monstrosity. If the water was still there, the beacon was still there—inside the pyramid. The natives, who, of course, weren’t even mentioned by the idiots who constructed the thing, had built a nice heavy, thick stone pyramid around the beacon. into a circular orbit about twenty feet above the pyramid. The summit of the stone pile was now covered with lizards of some type, apparently the local life-form. They had what looked like throwing sticks and arbalasts Then I went to the galley for a long, strong drink. My beacon was not irritate the things who had built the pyramid. A great beginning for a job and one clearly designed to drive a stronger man than me to the bottle. Normally, a repairman stays away from native cultures. They are poison. Anthropologists may not mind being dissected for their science, but a repairman wants to make no sacrifices of any kind for his job. For this reason, most beacons are built on uninhabited planets. If a beacon Why this beacon had been built within reach of the local claws, I had yet to find out. But that would come in time. The first thing to do was make contact. To make contact, you have to know the local language. And, for caught one of them alone and shouted “Hey, George!” at him. It gurgled out through the speaker in the local tongue and he turned around. When you get enough reference phrases like this in the memory bank, the I found him easily enough. He was the Centaurian version of a goat-boy—he herded a particularly loathsome form of local life in the swamps outside the town. I had one of the working eyes dig a cave in In addition to the pyramid being around the beacon, there was a nice little religious war going on around the pyramid. It all began with the land bridge. Apparently the local lizards had been living in the swamps when the beacon was built, but the builders continent never occurred to the beacon mechanics. Which is, of atmosphere condenser on the roof. The radioactivity in the water didn’t hurt the natives. It caused mutations that bred true. A city was built around the temple and, through the centuries, the pyramid was put up around the beacon. A special branch of the priesthood temple and destroyed the holy waters. There had been revolt, strife, murder and destruction since then. But still the holy waters would not flow. Now armed mobs fought around the temple each day and a new band of And I had to walk into the middle of that mess and repair the thing. could have had a lizard fry, fixed the beacon and taken off. Only cheerfully rat on me when I got back. Diplomacy was called for. I sighed and dragged out the plastiflesh equipment. Working have to look exactly like them, just something close, to soothe the native mind. It’s logical. If I were an ignorant aborigine of Earth and I ran into a Spican, who looks like a two-foot gob of dried shellac, I would immediately leave the scene. However, if the Spican was wearing a suit of plastiflesh that looked remotely humanoid, I would at least stay and talk to him. This was what I was aiming to do with the Centaurians. enough for the natives. The first one that spotted me screamed and dropped over on his back. The others came running. They milled and I folded my arms in a regal stance. “Greetings, O noble servers of the Great God,” I said. Of course I didn’t say it out loud, just whispered loud enough for the throat mike to catch. This was jaws. The natives chomped and rattled and the translation rolled out almost instantly. I had the volume turned up and the whole square echoed. Some of the more credulous natives prostrated themselves and others fled they just stood and muttered. I had to take the offensive again. “Begone, O faithful steed,” I said to the eye, and pressed took a good thirty seconds to think it over and had to agree with me. The local torturer sniffled a bit and threw a little more charcoal on MARK III BEACON—AUTHORIZED lizard merely turned the handle and we were inside the beacon. the emergency batteries, just enough to give a dim light. The meters and One of the eager lizards had managed to open a circuit box and had polished the switches inside. While doing this, he had thrown one of the switches and that had caused the trouble. Rather used only for repairs, after the pile was damped. When the water was cut far easier to install a new power plant. I had one in the ship that was rest of the beacon. In 2000 years, there should be When they had given up, I boomed orders at them through a speaker in the crate. They spent most of the day sweating the heavy box up through the narrow temple stairs and I enjoyed a good sleep. It was resting inside the beacon door when I woke up. for the eye-burning ceremony. A delightful prospect, eternity spent in a locked beacon with three blind lizards. In spite of their hospitality, I couldn’t accept. “What—you dare interfere with the messenger of your ancestors!” I had the speaker on full volume and the vibration almost shook my head off. the surface. “What lack of courtesy!” I shouted. He made little bubbles in the water. “The ancestors are annoyed and have decided to forbid entrance to the Inner Temple forever though, out of kindness,

<question>:
Why was it urgent to repair the old Beacon?

<options>:
A It was causing disruptions in hyperspace travel
B It had been 2000 years since the last routine matinence
C It was keeping the Proxima Cetauri planets safe
D To appease the local Earthlings

<answer>:

A