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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adjustment, controlling power circuits from outside a suit. It was too much for us—we were too tired, too numb, too drunk. At first sight of the spacer in the distance, transphasia left me with only a chocolate-tasting pink after-image on my retina. It was now showing bare skeleton from cannibalization for tractor parts, but it [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Now was the captain's chance to prove he knew Galaxy Magazine August 1959. There was nothing showing on the video screen. That was why we were looking at it so analytically. "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." Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that . That's why I'm Captain." 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 his scarred arm. "I've seen blank scanning like that before and you haven't—it's your first trip. This always means transphasia—cortex dissolution, motor area feedback, the Aitchell Effect—call it anything you like, it's still transphasia." "I know what transphasia is," I said moderately. "It means an electrogravitational disturbance of incoming sense data, rechanneling it to the wrong receptive areas. Besides the human brain, it also "Sssh, men," Nagurski said. "Leave it to me. I'll surround him." "Obviously." Quade glanced disgustedly at the screen. to him. I went along cheerfully myself, until an enormous rump struck "Too obvious. This time it might not be a familiar condition of many The men followed the First Officer's example, and the rope tying them "You are plain wrong, Captain. Traditionally, alien races never "Just a minute, Captain. I've never been 'busted.' In the Exploration The others were lying around me quietly, passed out, knocked out, or "Feeling better?" I asked Quade in the infirmary. "Captain Gavin," Quade said patiently, "you must realize that an insulted me, his captain. I controlled myself, remembering the easily. I'm starting indoctrination courses." is right about the cause of our scanning blackout." "I doubt that that is necessary, sir," Quade said. "Experienced spacemen are experienced with transphasia. You don't have to worry. In 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." cover exploring with rookies. With all due respect, Captain." "The aliens were trying to help. They knew something was wrong and they danger, but to warn us of the cliff, the freezing wind. They saw we sand ran up to and around reddish brown rock clawing into the pink sunlight. "I don't understand it," Quade admitted. "Transphasia hits you a foul as soon as you let it into the airlock." "Apparently, Quade, "But why should they want to help us?" Quade demanded suspiciously. "Don't sound smug, Captain. It's pitty-pattying behind you too." The keening call across the surface of consciousness postponed my reply. a blind, arrogant, cocksure fool, following courses that were good on trace it." "I don't like this," I admitted. "It's not at all what I expected from what you said about transphasia. It must be something else." "It couldn't be anything else. I know what to expect. You don't. You may begin smelling sensations, tasting sounds, hearing sights, seeing "Huh?" Quade gawked. "But dammit, Captain, you can't do that to me! tasted, it couldn't be dulled even by the sensation of beef broth under my skin. "Is this transphasia?" I asked in awe. "It always has been before," Quade remarked. "Ready to swallow your words about this being something an old hand wouldn't recognize, Captain?" on the shoulder fraternally. "You worry too much!" irregularities occurring in a gravitational field. We must have compensated for the transphasia while we still had a point of "Wait a minute, Spaceman!" I bellowed. "Where the devil do you think He stopped. "Don't you want to find out what that was? This "That's important, Captain?" to see if short-range radar can get through our electrogravitational "I know all about this sort of thing, Gav," First Officer Nagurski said pressure suit. "What do you know all about, Nagurski? Dogs? Spacemen? Women? Transphasia?" "Yes," he answered casually. "But I had immediate reference to our current psychophysiological phenomenon." will soon see why the service selected you as captain "Of course they did, Gav. I'm an old hand at controlling crews." 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 "There's only one idea for that," said Quade, ducking his long head permission...." "Go ahead, Quade, tell him," Nagurski invited. "There's only one way to wade through transphasia with any reliability," Quade told me. "You keep some kind of physical contact "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." Nagurski flushed. "Look here, Captain, you are being too damned gambling so much of the ship. A captain doesn't take chances like that!" "You know nothing about space, Captain! You have to trust "Pardon, Captain, but would you say we also lacked initiative?" "He didn't hook on a cable, Captain," Wallace said. "I suppose he "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 No one but a reckless fool would have gone out alone on a strange him dead, because I resented the crew's resentment of my authority, and Why was Quade vulnerable in his spacesuit, as I knew from experience he "Captain, you got nothing to worry about," Quartermaster Farley said. transphasia gets you seeing limburger, turn on the radar and you're air-conditioned as an igloo. Nothing short of a cosmic blast can dent that hide. You got it made." "You are right," I said, "only transphasia comes right through these air-fast joints." "Something strange about the trance, Captain," Farley said darkly. "Any "What do you think he's going to hear out there, Captain? We'd like to "Captain, take my word for it," argued Farley. "Constant sonic Farley paled. "Captain, are you implying that "Ration it to the men!" "But, sir," Farley protested, "you don't give alcohol to the crew in sensory data under transphasia, wine may help us to see where we are going." this channel to shut up. Pardon me, Captain. "Yes, sir. That's what we all thought." "Take a good look around, boys," I said. "What do you see?" The Quartermaster rose with grim deliberation, and hiccuped. "Better before with transphasia. His body cooled down because of the screaming wind—psychosomatic reaction—and his heating circuits compensated for

<question>:
What did the captain think was causing the scanning blackout?

<options>:
A Many planetary gravitational fields
B He was uncertain
C The kites being taken out by hostiles
D Transphasia

<answer>:

C