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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He would have to take parts from Ronald or Veronica in order to make any one of the others. And he could not do that without the Modifier. him for the Modifier, which was clearly missing from the kit. Or to get even more for simply repossessing the kit. Manet just didn't know when to stop! William Manet was alone. The Final Model . a price for the kit, hadn't he? Who knew what price, when it came to could. He read the unfolding page critically. The odd assortment of Manet gave one final spurt from the flesh-sprayer and stood back. Manet stared at the tiny wreck. "To say the least." No one on Earth was as lonely as William Manet, and even William Manet "They all say that." Manet was Atmosphere Seeder Station 131-47's own human. All Manet had to do was sit in the beating aluminum heart in the middle "I am not your friend." Manet felt nothing more at this information than an esthetic pleasure flat pavement of dirty talcum, at the stars gleaming as hard in the black sky as a starlet's capped teeth ... stars two of which were moons yourself know some of the things, it could be used against you. It is my function to use everything I possibly can against you." "When do you start?" isolate themselves in a useless job. They got, instead, William Manet "What's so bad about that?" Manet asked with some interest. "You'll have Veronica and Ronald and me forever now. We'll never change. You'll get older, and we'll never change. You'll lose your interest in New York swing and jet combat and Daniel Boone, and we'll for couples when the law specified only one occupant. They weren't providing fuel (at fifty million dollars a gallon) for visits between service for night shifts. They weren't providing accommodations to Mars was about one billion dollars. They weren't providing commuter "I've finished. I've done my worst. I have destroyed the Modifier." " Yes. " "No. Can't do it, old man. Can't. So Manet put on the pressure suit he had been given because he would I know. You're too human, too "Of course not!" Victor stormed. "Fundamental safety cut-off!" "Rationalization. You don't Manet's eyes wondered down to heavy water tumbler full of rich, amber whiskey full of sparks from the hearth. He stirred himself in the comfortingly warm leather chair. "No, no, I'm want "Yes! That's it exactly. It's me Manet took the tumbler in both hands and drank. It was good whiskey, his hands and buttocks. "Ah, but I am not a government service. I represent free enterprise." they can forego the papers. Comprehend, mon ami have gone back to the barter system. Between them, they have the raw materials, the trained men, the man-hours to make a spaceship. So they "Excellent, if you prefer." "I only meant—but never mind. We give you what you want. As for "And I could buy anything that I wanted with it?" Manet demanded. Manet finished the mellow whiskey and looked into the glass. It seemed Manet gave in to it. "I want to be not alone," he said. Manet handed back the pen and stared at the laminated card in his hand. pushing it across the floor towards him. The box had the general dimensions of a coffin, but it wasn't wood—only brightly illustrated cardboard. There was a large four-color The Socialization Kit "What's the cost?" Manet asked. "Before I accept it, I have to know the charges." "You never know the cost. Only your executor knows that. It's the Trader Tom plan." "There are no guarantees," Trader Tom admitted. "But I've never had any complaints yet." "Suppose I'm the first?" Manet suggested reasonably. Manet puttered around the spawning monster, trying to brush the copper Finally, Manet woke up one morning. He lay in the sheets of his bunk, . Before you go further, first find the Modifier vital . Other Friends, Authority, A Companion .... Then The Final Model Manet flipped back to page one. First find the Modifier to your entire experiment in socialization. The Modifier is Part #A-1 outside. Not a thing. There was always something missing from kits. Maybe even the Modifier itself. The Red King followed.... Uselessly. "Tie game," Ronald said. any more than Manet, but he could (and did) know less. He had seen to single passes at the enemy. Still, I believe, contrary to all experts, that this took greater skill, man more wedded to machine, than the leisurely combats of World War One." Manet knew it all. He had heard it all before. ad nauseum . What a Manet had been interested in the Fabulous Forties—Lt. "Hoot" Gibson, Manet's only consolidation was that Ronald's tastes were lower than his The two men separated and, puffing like steam locomotives passing the diesel works, closed again. "Had enough?" he asked Manet. Manet dropped his fists to his sides and turned away. "Yes." Manet scrunched up inside himself in impotent fury. Manet's eyes orbitted towards the checkerboard. Manet lay stretched out on his back, naked, in front of the transparent may recall that three years ago the official estimate was changed to thirty-one years. The recent estimate by certain reactionary sources of two hundred and seventy-four years is not an official government Finally, Manet went back to the solarium and dragged the big box out. of them, he now knew, was the Modifier. The Modifier was what he needed to change Ronald. Or to shut him off. If only the Master Chart hadn't been lost, so he would know what the Manet selected the ripple-finished gray-covered manual from the hodgepodge, and thought: eighteen years. Perhaps I should have begun here, he told himself. But I really don't have as much interest in that sort of thing as the earthier types. Simple companionship was all I wanted. And, he thought on, even an Veronica crept up behind Manet and slithered her hands up his back and over his shoulders. She leaned forward and breathed a moist warmth into his ear, and worried the lobe with her even white teeth. "Daniel Boone," she sighed huskily, "only killed three Indians in his life." "I know." She made her return. "Not now," he instructed her. "Whenever you say." There was no doubt about it: he had been missing his regular exercise. "Now?" she asked. haven't been any for generations." "Don't be silly," Veronica said. "Who else would stop those vile North Koreans and Red China 'volunteers'?" even before the last of the jet pilots." "Don't be silly," she snapped. "If it were over, I'd know about it, wouldn't I?" She would, except that somehow she had turned out even less bright, less equipped with Manet's own store of information, than Ronald. Ronald's cries grew louder as Manet marched Veronica through the A silence with a whisper of metallic ring to it. Why hadn't he thought of that before? Maybe because he secretly took Manet threw back the bolt and wheeled back the hatch. Ronald didn't say anything to Manet. "Do you know what I'm going to do with you?" Manet demanded. "I'm going forever! Now what do you think about that?" "If you think it's the right Manet slammed the hatch in disgust. Manet walked carefully down the corridor, watching streamers of Manet giggled. "What? What was that? Do you suggest that I take you diligently, Manet concluded that there weren't enough parts left in the box to go around. The book gave instructions for The Model Mother, The Model Father, The Model Sibling and others. Yet there weren't parts enough in the kit.

<question>:
How many companions did Manet make with the kit?

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A Two
B He never used the kit
C One
D Three

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D