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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goals of today were as incomprehensible as the ancient quest for the Holy Grail! Despite his sudden irrational anger toward her, Maitland tried to stick There was a thump. Maitland stirred, came half awake, and opened his Something moved in the darkness on the other side of the room. Maitland Shock contracted Maitland's diaphragm and spread through his body. His breathing quickened. Now Where was he? Who had brought him here? For what purpose? a member of the original atomic reaction-motor team, he possessed information that other military powers would very much like to obtain. It was absolutely incredible that anyone had managed to abduct him from She smiled. "In a room downstairs there is the head of a lion. Swarts killed the beast when he was a young man. He used a spear. And time traveling is the greatest adventure there is. At least, that is the way I feel. Listen, Bob." She laid a hand on his arm. "You grew up in the Age of Technology. Everybody was terribly excited about what could be done with machines—machines to blow up a city all at once, or fly the heavily guarded confines of the Reservation, yet someone had done around the world, or take a man to Mars. We have had our fill of—what "Because this is the Age of Man one, at about waist level, a push-button projected out of the wall. He pressed it the door slid aside and disappeared. Maitland glanced in at Maitland stared at her, his face blank. His mind had just manufactured movement. What chance would he have? The unfortunate knight would argue in vain that the atomic bomb offered a means of finally destroying the infidel.... aware that he was hungry. Where the devil could this place be? And—muscles tightened about his empty stomach—what was in store for him here? He stood trembling, acutely conscious that he was afraid and helpless, Maitland speculated on the possibility that this might be Sweden As they came closer, he saw that both of them had dark uniform suntans and showed striking muscular development, like persons who had trained made an unimpressive figure. The fellow looked about forty-five. The first details Maitland noticed were the forehead, which was quite broad, and the calm, clear eyes. The dark hair, white at the temples, was combed back, still damp from swimming. Below, there was a wide mouth and a firm, rounded chin. This man was intelligent, Maitland decided, and extremely sure of himself. Somehow, the face didn't go with the rest of him. The man had the head of a thinker, the body of a trained athlete—an unusual combination. Impassively, the man said, "My name is Swarts. You want to know where you are. I am not going to tell you." He had an accent, European, but we want your childish secrets about rocket motors." Maitland's heart "What's the idea?" Maitland asked. "What is all this?" muscles. "Make me." If Swarts was irritated, he didn't show it. "That was the first test," Maitland shook his head stubbornly. his chest, hips, knees, ankles, and arms, and Swarts was tightening a clamp that held his head immovable. The question was, what were the stimuli to be? "Your name," said Swarts, "is Robert Lee Maitland. You are thirty-four "You seem to know everything about me," Maitland said defiantly, ?" Something eager leaped in Maitland's breast at the abrupt question, and Swarts was chuckling. "I really hit a semantic push-button there, didn't I? Maitland, I brought you here because you're a man who wants could formulate any plan or policy. Where was he? Who was Swarts? What was the purpose of the "tests" he was being given? It was possible, of course, that this was all an elaborate scheme for getting military secrets, despite Swarts' protestations to the Just now! He realized the truth in that moment. most likely, they were what they purported to be. He grimaced in the darkness, an involuntary muscular expression of jubilation and excitement. The ! Here was the opportunity for the greatest adventure imaginable to 20th Century man. his life among the planets, a citizen of deep space, a voyager of the challenging spaceways between the solar worlds. "I'm adaptable," he told himself gleefully. "I can learn fast. There'll be a job for me out there...." If— realize that secrecy wasn't necessary in this case. And if Swarts still wouldn't talk, he would have to find a way of forcing the issue. The fellow had said that he didn't need cooperation to get his results, 3 x dx" in his head. It was a calculation which required great concentration and frequent tracing back of steps. After several minutes, he noticed that Swarts "What year is this?" Maitland asked in a conversational tone. eyes. He attached tiny clamps to Maitland's eyelashes. He inserted button earphones into Maitland's ears— With a deliberate effort, Maitland unclenched his fists and tried to slow his breathing. Some kind of emotional reaction test—what was the countermove? He closed his eyes, but shortly the muscles around them declared excruciatingly that they couldn't keep that up. Maitland gritted his teeth and fought to use his brain then he had it. He thought of a fat slob of a bully who had beaten him up one day after school. He remembered a talk he had heard by a politician who had all the intelligent social responsibility of a rogue gorilla, but no more. He brooded over the damnable stupidity and short-sightedness of Swarts in standing by his silly rules and not telling him about this new world. Within a minute, he was in an ungovernable rage. His muscles tightened against the restraining straps. He panted, sweat came out on his forehead, and he began to curse. Swarts! How he hated.... There was blood hammering in Maitland's temples. His face felt hot and whistling nervously, snapping his fingers, sitting down and jittering one leg. After a while he noticed that he was whistling the same theme over and over: a minute's thought identified it as that exuberant one of his great-grandfathers was pure-blooded Bantu. His full name is Lassisi Swarts." Maitland wrinkled his brow. "Afrikander?" Afrikanders had been partly isolated for several centuries then, and they had developed technology while the rest of the world lost it. They had a tradition of white supremacy, and in addition they were terrified of being encircled." She sighed. "They ruled the next world empire and it was founded on the slaughter of one and a half billion human beings. That went into the history books as the War of Annihilation." "So many? How?" "They were clever with machines, the Afrikanders. They made armies of them. Armies of invincible killing-machines, produced in robot factories from robot-mined ores.... Very clever." She gave a little shudder. "And yet they founded modern civilization," she added. "The grandsons "Rebellion?" "No. Intermarriage. Racial blending. There was a psychology of guilt behind it. So huge a crime eventually required a proportionate After several seconds, Maitland swallowed. Something seemed to be the He was gripping the edge of the bed now, glaring at her. "A civilization that could discover time travel and build robot factories wouldn't find it hard to send a ship to Mars!" looked up and said bitterly, "You're looking at a man who would give his life to get to Mars. I thought I would in my time. I was positive I would when I knew I was in your time. And now I know I never will." do it." Her pitying eyes were on his face. He hitched himself around so that he

<question>:
Why was Maitland kidnapped?

<options>:
A Because he lived out on a reservation
B To get information about the atomic-reaction motor
C Because he wanted to go to the moon
D Because he was strong and ambitious

<answer>:

C