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 real trouble was that Jorgenson saw things as a business man does. did not use—to change the local social system. Most humans got off Thriddar—fast! And boiling mad. Jorgenson had stood it longer than most because in spite of their Jorgenson went out, scowling, and exchanged the customary ceremonial Jorgenson reflected sourly that the governors and the rulers of the and observe that anyone hindering this loyal and admirable gift must, by the operation of truth, vanish from sight and nevermore be seen face to face by any rational being." The high official rolled up the scroll, while Jorgenson exploded inside. course. If Jorgenson had reacted solely as a business man he'd have swallowed it, departed on the next Rim Stars trading-ship—which would not have left any trade-goods behind—and left the Grand Panjandrum to realize what he had lost when no off-planet goods arrived on Thriddar. gave the loot back. Then the trading could resume. But Jorgenson didn't contradict him. It could even be dangerous. Jorgenson was in a nasty Jorgenson, boiling inside, nevertheless knew what he was doing. He said fundamental fact in the culture of the Thrid. "Like hell you'll receive moneys and goods and such!" snapped Jorgenson. "Like hell you will!" "Is mistaken!" said Jorgenson bitingly. "He's wrong! The Rim Stars won't give him anything! I'm not even vanishing from sight! Glen-U is wrong about that, too! Now—git!" Jorgenson laid the matter indignantly before him, repeating the exact "He also said," said Jorgenson irritably, "that I'm to vanish and The trading-post theologian quivered. Jorgenson made things much worse. hysterically to be allowed to go home before Jorgenson vanished, with When Jorgenson opened a door to kick him out of it, the whole staff of Jorgenson swore impartially at all of them and turned the shocker-field probably typical. But it wasn't Jorgenson's affair. He'd been unwise to or insane. The local governor decided—correctly, of course—which he was. If he was a criminal, he spent the rest of his life in a gang of criminals chained together and doing the most exhausting labor the Thrid could contrive. If he was mad, he was confined for life. There'd been Ganti, a Thrid of whom Jorgenson had had much hope. He Jorgenson had been training Ganti for this work. Jorgenson had fumed—but not as a business man—when the transfer took contrary idea. But he moped horribly, and Jorgenson talked sardonically Jorgenson couldn't find out what had become of him. Dour reflection on Now that the new Grand Panjandrum had moved against him, Jorgenson made Ganti and countless others had been victims of capricious tyranny.... And Jorgenson was slated to vanish from sight and never again be the trading-post denied him and Jorgenson still visible, he'd be Jorgenson dozed lightly. Then more heavily. Then more heavily still. The night was not two hours old when the warning sirens made a terrific uproar. The Thrid for miles around heard the wailing, ullulating sound But they didn't wake him. He slept on. When he woke, he knew that he was cold. His muscles were cramped. Half move, and realized that his hands and feet were bound. He found that he shivered, and realized that his clothing had been taken from him. He was completely helpless and lying on his stomach in the cargo-space Jorgenson would be gone and the trading post confiscated. It would be hopeless to ask questions, and worse than hopeless to try to trade. So the ship would lift off and there'd be no more ships for at least a generation. Then there might—there might!—be another. creature could believe him mistaken. He declared you insane, and he cannot be wrong. So soon you will arrive where you are to be confined and no rational being will ever see you face to face." Thrid laid Jorgenson down. "This is not good, Jorgenson. Who did you contradict?" The Thrid was Ganti, of whom Jorgenson had once had hopes as a business His calmness sobered Jorgenson. As a business man, he was moved to make He accepted it. But Jorgenson frowned. "You've got brains, Ganti. What's the chance of escape?" "None," said Ganti unemotionally. "You'd better get out of the sun. It'll burn you badly. Come along." "How'd this happen?" demanded Jorgenson the business man. "This is a prison," Ganti explained matter-of-factly. "They let me down here and dropped food and water for a week. They went away. I When there is a prisoner here, every so often a copter drops food and water. When the prisoner doesn't pick it up, they stop coming. When, presently, they have another prisoner they drop him off, like me, and he finds the skeleton of the previous prisoner, like me, and he dumps it overboard as I did. They'll drop food and water for me until I stop picking it up. And presently they'll do the same thing all over again." Jorgenson ground his teeth a second time. He offered food. Jorgenson ate, scowling. Afterward, near sundown, he parcel containing food and water. Ganti observed that the plastic went to pieces in a week or so, so it couldn't be used for anything. There was nothing to escape with. Nothing to make anything to escape with. Even the dried seaweed bed was not comfortable. Jorgenson slept badly and waked with aching muscles. Ganti assured him unemotionally that he'd get used to it. He did. By the time the copter came to drop food and water again, Jorgenson was physically adjusted to the island. But neither as a The copter came, it dropped food and water, and it went away. It came, dropped food and water, and went away. Once a water-bag burst when dropped. They lost nearly half a week's water supply. Before the copter came again they'd gone two days without drinking. There were other incidents, of course. The dried seaweed they slept on turned to powdery trash. They got more seaweed hauling long kelp-like that they must never make a mistake. Never! It did not matter if they were unskilled or inefficient. It did not matter if they accomplished nothing. There was no penalty for anything but making mistakes or they were told by authority. It occurred to Jorgenson that on a planet Then, another time, Jorgenson decided to make use of the weathering they even caught something to eat. But they never fished when the copter was due. Jorgenson found that a fish-fillet, strongly squeezed and wrung like a If Jorgenson had been only a businessman, it would have had no "It never lands," said Ganti practically. "We can make it land," said Jorgenson. Thrid weren't allowed to make Ganti looked skeptical. Jorgenson explained. He had to demonstrate lack of haste, with the lack of hope normal to prisoners to whom escape is impossible, even when they talk about escape. They could have been discussing a matter that would not affect either of them. But Jorgenson quivered inside. He hoped. "We'll try it," said Ganti detachedly, when he'd explained again. "If it fails, they'll only stop giving us food and water." That, of course, did not seem either to him or Jorgenson a reason to hesitate to try what Jorgenson had planned. untwisting of more of the rope that had lowered Jorgenson. It went on dropped bag containing food and water as if fiercely trying to deny each other a full share. Once they seemed to fight over the dropped When the copter went away Jorgenson and Ganti went briskly back to

<question>:
What will happen if Jorgenson and Ganti's plan fails?

<options>:
A They will commit suicide together
B They will fight each other to the death
C They will beg for forgiveness and be accepted back into Thrid's society
D They will starve to death from a lack of supplies

<answer>:

D