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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Morgue Ship By RAY BRADBURY This was Burnett's last trip. Three more shelves to fill with space-slain warriors—and he would be among the living again. He heard the star-port grind open, and the movement of the metal claws groping into space, and then the star-port closed. There was another dead man aboard the Constellation . gown, staring at his fingers gloved in bone-white rubber feeling all tight and wild inside himself. It went on for days. Moving the ship. Opening the star-port. Extending the retriever claw. Plucking some poor warrior's body out of the void. full-cargoed with a lot of warriors who didn't laugh or talk or smoke, who just lay on their shelves, all one hundred of them, waiting for a decent burial. Rice said: another in galactic fury, to sidle up behind gutted wrecks of ships, salvaging any bodies still intact after the conflict. Two men. Rice and himself. Sharing a cozy morgue ship with a hundred other men who had forgotten, quite suddenly, however, to talk again. husk of his starved eyes and starved limbs. Starved for life. Starved for action. This would be his last trip, or he'd know the reason why! thousand bodies preceding it. Nothing unusual about a body with blood cooling in it. Shaking his head, he walked unsteadily toward the rungs that gleamed titanic explosions and breathless pursuits, the flags and the excited glory are always a million miles ahead. He bit his teeth together. You see bodies, each in its own terrific orbit, given impetus by grinding collisions, tossed from mother ships and dancing head over feet forever and forever with no goal. Bits of flesh in ruptured space suits, mouths open for air that had never been there in a hundred That was all the war-glory he got. Nothing but the stunned, shivering Red and warm, Rice's face hovered over the body of a sprawled enemy Rice exploded. His eyes were hot in his young, sharp-cut face, hot and Rice grabbed him by the shoulders. "Snap out of it, Sam. Think! means Kriere was in an accident, too!" "Look, Rice, you're new at this game. I've been at it ever since the of it. When there's nothing left but seared memories, I'll be prowling through the void picking up warriors and taking them back to the good green Earth. Grisly, yes, but it's routine. "As for Kriere—if he's anywhere around, he's smart. Every precaution is taken to protect that one." "But Lethla! His body must mean something!" "And if it does? Have we got guns aboard this morgue-ship? Are we a battle-cuiser to go against him?" swept out past Earth in a new war concerning Io. That's out, Rice." Rice stood about three inches below Sam Burnett's six-foot-one. Jaw Burnett reached out with one long finger, tapped it quietly on Rice's barrel-chest. "Haul a cargo of corpses for three thousand nights and days and see how patriotic you feel. All those fine muscled lads bloated and crushed by space pressures and heat-blasts. Fine lads who start out smiling and get the smile burned off down to the bone—" Burnett swallowed and didn't say anything more, but he closed his eyes. He stood there, smelling the death-odor in the hot air of the ship, hearing the chug-chug-chug of the blood pumps down below, and his own heart waiting warm and heavy at the base of his throat. "This is my last cargo, Rice. I can't take it any longer. And I don't Rice was going to say something, but he didn't have time. Rice sucked in his breath. Burnett forced himself to take it easy. From Rice got it out, finally. "How'd you do it?" he demanded, bitterly. Prickles of sweat appeared on Rice's face. He swore at the Venusian and "Go find it!" snapped Rice, hotly. feet. When he glanced up, Rice's fresh, animated face was spoiled by Rice said it, slow: "Kriere!" Rice acted as if he had been hit in the jaw. unexpectedly yesterday near Mars. We were forced to take to the life-boats, scattering, Kriere and I in one, the others sacrificing their lives to cover our escape. We were lucky. We got through the trick anyone. We knew you wouldn't know we were alive until it was too late and we controlled your ship. We knew you picked up all bodies for brief exams, returning alien corpses to space later." Rice's voice was sullen. "A set-up for you, huh? Traveling under the Rice didn't move. Burnett moved first, feeling alive for the first time Rice grumbled and cursed after him. a white feather at the top, holding death in his hand. You never knew whose body would come in through the star-port next. Number ninety-eight was Lethla. Number ninety-nine would be Kriere. There were two shelves numbered and empty. They should be filled. And what more proper than that Kriere and Lethla should fill them? But, he chewed his lip, that would need a bit of doing. And even then the cargo wouldn't be full. Still one more body to get one hundred. And you never knew who it would be. hard. Venusians weren't blind with malice. Rice and he could come out You may never catch up with the war again. The last trip! Yes, this could be it. Capture Kriere and end the war. But what body vanished as he tautened his spine, flexed his lean-sinewed arms, wet thin lips. He was thinking about three thousand eternal nights of young bodies being ripped, slaughtered, flung to the vacuum tides. Ten years of hating a job and hoping that some day there would be a last trip and it would all be over. If Kriere could be captured, that meant the end of the war, the end of shelves stacked with sleeping warriors, the end of this blind searching. Kriere, then, had to be taken aboard. After that— eliminated. Now: Rice and Burnett against Lethla. Lethla favored this would be the last trip. the center of that silence. "Take controls, Rice. I'll manipulate the Burnett slipped from the control console. Rice replaced him grimly. good sound. And out of the star-port, at Sam Burnett's easily fingered directions, slid the long claw-like mechanism that picked up bodies Lethla watched. He watched while Burnett exhaled, touched another lever and said: "You know, Lethla, there's an old saying that only dead men come aboard the Constellation . I believe it." Rice came in fighting, too, but not before something like a red-hot screaming. Rice kicked. After awhile Lethla quit screaming, and the started laughing. He didn't finish laughing for maybe ten minutes. He heard the retriever claws come inside, and the star-port grind shut. Rice said, "Sam, you shouldn't have done it. You shouldn't have, Sam." , though, Rice." His voice "Rice?" "Yeah, Sam?" "We haven't got a full cargo, boy." "Full enough for me, sir." "But still not full. If we went back to Center Base without filling warriors. Rice was going away from him. Rice was standing still, and Burnett was lying down, not moving, but somehow Rice was going away a "Ain't I one hell of a patriot, Rice?" Then everything got dark except Rice's face. And that was starting to He could still see Rice standing over him for a long time, breathing thick and slow. Rice looked down at Burnett and then at the empty shelf

<question>:
What likely happened to Rice in the end?

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A He returned to Earth
B He died of his wounds
C He went to Venus
D He continued to collect bodies until the ship was full

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A