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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"If I'm a spy," he said impatiently, "then I'm supposed to look for indications of an attack by you people on my Project." not my job, you blatant idiot!" he shouted. "I'm not a spy! If I were a spy, then He breathed rather heavily for a while, glaring at the floor, then looked at me again. "All right, listen. What if I were to tell you that I mind to do it—to propose to Linda. I'd called her second thing this Project?" I stared at him. "That's impossible!" I cried. "We aren't planning to attack anybody! We just want to be left in peace!" "How do I know that?" he demanded. "It's the truth! What would we want to attack anybody for?" Don't get me wrong. I don't mean that Linda's a perfectionist or a you think they you years, Linda quite naturally was a bit obsessed. I remember one time, ?" I shook my head, dumbfounded. "I can't answer a question like that," I said. "How do I know what they're thinking?" killed. She couldn't visualize anything less than that keeping me from "They're human beings, aren't they?" he cried. "Like you? Like me? Like not a spy, and I'm going to tell you what I am." I waited, looking as attentive as possible. that low, but I would guess about ten years, at the very least." He Straightforward Approach: "Linda, I'm going to be needing a wife for at leaned forward again, urgent and serious. "The world is safe out there Actually, though I wouldn't even have admitted this to Linda, much less to anyone else, I loved her in more than a Non-P way. But even if we Linda relished her freedom and independence too much to ever contract how much radiation had been released by the Atom War. But I wanted to test the theory, and the Commission wouldn't let me. They claimed public safety, but I knew better. If the Outside were safe and the Linda lived down on the hundred fortieth floor, thirteen stories away. Projects were no longer needed, then the Commission was out of a job, would come after all? Or hurry back to the apartment and call Linda, to apartment. I dialed Linda's number, and the screen lit up with white Of course! Linda expected me at any moment. And she knew what I wanted were growing very used to saying it. It only stopped me for a second. "Disconnected? What do you mean disconnected? Elevators don't get me . ruined my life." She blinked, open-mouthed. "Ruined your life?" I dearly love. In every way but one, she is the perfect woman. Do you , disconnecting the elevator? Not only won't she marry me, she won't even revealing a cleavage that I was too distraught at the moment to pay any attention to. "We're not supposed to give this information out, sir," she said, her voice low, "but I'm going to tell you, so you'll understand why we had to do it. I think it's perfectly awful that it It was my turn to be stunned. I just gaped at her. "A—a what?" "A spy. He was discovered on the hundred forty-seventh floor, and That sounded impossible. "He aims the elevator?" "Oh, no!" told. A spy in the elevator! A spy who had managed to work his way all the way up to the hundred forty-seventh floor before being unmasked! that lax, the Project was doomed, force-screen or no. Who knew how many more spies there were in the Project, still unsuspected? Until that moment, the state of siege in which we all lived had had no reality for me. The Project, after all, was self-sufficient and explosion and the Treaty of Oslo. The population explosion, of course, the population explosion. atomic weapons all over the place. After the war almost the whole radioactive particles. However, what with all of the other on the horizon might be an ally. And then again it might not. Since they weren't sure either, it was risky to expose yourself in order to ask. And so life went on, with little to remind us of the dangers lurking Outside. The basic policy of Eternal Vigilance and Instant Preparedness was left to the Army. The rest of us simply lived our lives and let it go at that. were our safeguards only so long as all potential enemies were on the other side of them. I sat shaken, digesting this news, until suddenly I remembered Linda. elevator, praying that the spy had been captured by now and that Linda all. It was only thirteen flights to Linda's floor. At sixteen steps a Could I descend two hundred and eight steps for my true love? I could. If the door would open. It would, though reluctantly. Who knew how many years it had been since ONLY KEEP LOCKED guarded by at least a platoon of Army men. Half a dozen possible answers flashed through my mind. The more recent maps might simply have omitted this discarded and unnecessary door. It might be sealed shut on the other side. The Army might have caught the spy already. Somebody in authority might simply have goofed. Unfortunately, he recovered first. exactly like a spy ... which is to say that he didn't I knew my only slim chance of safety lay in answering his questions promptly, cooperating with him until and unless I saw a chance to either escape or capture him. read my intentions on my face. He straightened, shaking his head. He said, "Don't try it. I don't want to kill you. I don't want to kill anybody, but I will if I have to. We'll just wait here together until to sic your Army on me too soon, and I'll leave. If you don't try any silly heroics, nothing will happen to you." "You'll never get away," I told him. "The whole Project is alerted." reminded me again of Linda. From the looks of things, I wasn't going to get to her place. By now she was probably in mourning for me of course, but I'd heard enough about ore-sled dispatching from Linda "When they come back," he said. "How much radiation do they pick up? "Of course not," I told him. I was on secure ground now, with Linda's "No. Why should we?" "To find out how far the radiation level outside has dropped." "For what? Who cares about that?" He frowned bitterly. "The same answer," he muttered, more to himself than to me. "The same answer every time. You people have crawled into course not!" "The same thing," he grumbled, "over and over again. Always the same before he ever made that first step from the cave?" "I have no idea," I told him. out for it." He glared as though daring me to doubt it. I decided that this man was doubly dangerous. Not only was he a spy, "So what happened?" he demanded, and immediately answered himself. what he did!" To say that all of this was incomprehensible would be an extreme "Of course," I said. He grinned bitterly, with one side of his mouth. "Of course. The damn fools! Spy! What do you suppose I'm going to spy on?" He asked the question so violently and urgently that I knew I had to adequate defense equipment. I chose to believe the Army over an enemy spy. "Your people send out spies, too, don't they?" he demanded. "And what are they supposed to spy on?" "Well—" It was such a pointless question, it seemed silly to even answer it. "They're supposed to look for indications of an attack by one of the other projects." "And do they find any indications, ever?" "I'm sure I don't know," I told him frostily. "That would be classified information." "You bet it would," he said, with malicious glee. "All right, if that's

<question>:
What happened to Linda in the end?

<options>:
A She went insane with worry
B She left with her partner to explore the Outside
C She broke off the engagement
D Not possible to know

<answer>:

D