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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HOW TO MAKE FRIENDS By JIM HARMON Illustrated by WEST Manet thumbed through the manual in mechanical frustration. As he did Manet just didn't know when to stop! William Manet was alone. teaching himself classes in philosophy consisting of interminable Manet gave one final spurt from the flesh-sprayer and stood back. Manet stepped forward, lifted the model's left eyelid, tweaked his nose. As the device twisted as handily as good intentions, Manet realized Manet stared at the tiny wreck. "To say the least." 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 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 and one of which was Earth. He had to do nothing else. The whole specified, including an Overseer for each of the Seeders to honeycomb Mars, to prepare its atmosphere for colonization. They didn't give tests to find well-balanced, well-integrated people isolate themselves in a useless job. They got, instead, William Manet "What's so bad about that?" Manet asked with some interest. and his fellows. to Mars was about one billion dollars. They weren't providing commuter service for night shifts. They weren't providing accommodations for couples when the law specified only one occupant. They weren't The Overseers were to stay as long as the job required. Passenger fare Manet suspected hallucination, but in an existence with all the pallid Yes. So Manet put on the pressure suit he had been given because he would never need it, and marched out to meet the visiting spaceship. He wasn't quite clear how he came from walking effortlessly across the Martian plain that had all the distance-perpetuating qualities of "No. Can't do it, old man. Can't. I know. You're too human, too Manet's eyes wondered down to heavy water tumbler full of rich, amber comfortingly warm leather chair. "No, no, I'm fine ." He let the word hang there for examination. "Pardon me, but could you tell me just what place this is?" "That's what I'm trying to tell you," Manet said irritably, his social me exactly. Trader Tom Service—Serving the Wants of the Spaceman Between the Stars. Of course, 'stars' is poetic. Any point of light in the sky in a star. We service the planets." Manet took the tumbler in both hands and drank. It was good whiskey, immensely powerful. "The government wouldn't pay for somebody serving the wants of spacemen," he exploded. "Ah," Trader Tom said, cautionary. He moved nearer the fire and warmed his hands and buttocks. "Ah, but I am not a "I don't believe you," Manet stated flatly. His conversation had grown planets? What could you give us that a benevolent government doesn't already supply us with? And if there was anything, how could we pay for it? My year's salary wouldn't cover the transportation costs of this 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. "What's the cost?" Manet asked. "Before I accept it, I have to know the "Suppose I'm the first?" Manet suggested reasonably. Manet didn't open the box. He let it fade quietly in the filtered but 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, crumbled as easily as ideals. But Manet was old enough to remember the Digest , covered in rippled gray flexiboard. The title was stamped in Manet opened the book and, turning one blank page, found the title Your First Friend . Before you go further, first find the Companion .... Then The Final Model . Manet tried to flip past this Manet flipped back to page one. in your kit. This is vital on the Master Chart. He prowled through the box looking for some kind of a chart. There Cheerfulness was a personality trait Manet had thumbed out for him. pontifically. "Only in the air," Manet corrected him. Intelligence was one of the factors Manet had punched to suppress. any more than Manet, but he could (and did) know less. He had seen to Manet knew it all. He had heard it all before. Manet had been interested in the Fabulous Forties—Lt. "Hoot" Gibson, Manet's only consolidation was that Ronald's tastes were lower than his Manet blocked it deftly and threw a right cross. Manet stepped inside the swing and lifted an uppercut to the ledge of 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. But if he were so much more stupid than he, Manet, why was it that Manet lay stretched out on his back, naked, in front of the transparent By rolling his eyes back in his head, Manet could see over a hedge of Communication. He padded down the rib-ridged matted corridor, taking his usual small It irritated Manet. He never understood how the British had got the space transmissions assignment for the English language. He would have preferred an American disk-jockey himself, one who appreciated New York swing. be required to stay at your present stations," said the Voice of God's paternal uncle. "As you on Mars may know, there has been much discussion as to how long it will require to complete the present schedule—" there was of course no "K" sound in the word—"for properly to remake the air of Mars is a problem comparable to finding the age of the Earth. Estimates change as new factors are learned. You may recall that three years ago the official estimate was changed to thirty-one years. The recent estimate by certain reactionary sources estimate. The news for you is good, if you are becoming nostalgic for home, or not particularly bad if you are counting on drawing your handsome salary for the time spent on Mars. We have every reason to believe our original Manet selected the ripple-finished gray-covered manual from the Manet opened the book to the chapter headed: Veronica crept up behind Manet and slithered her hands up his back and Manet folded his arms stoically and added: "Please don't talk." Manet elbowed Veronica away in a gentlemanly fashion. "Not now," he instructed her. "Whenever you say." He stood up and began pacing off the dimensions of the compartment. "I'm not a jet pilot," Manet said. "There are no jet pilots. There less equipped with Manet's own store of information, than Ronald. constituted appropriate "feminine" characteristics. "I suppose," he said heavily, "that you would like me to take you back to Earth and introduce you to Daniel Boone?" "Oh, yes." "Veronica, your stupidity is hideous." Ronald's cries grew louder as Manet marched Veronica through the "Shut up!" Manet yelled. Manet threw back the bolt and wheeled back the hatch. Ronald didn't say anything to Manet. "You," Manet said to Veronica with a shove in the small of the back, "Do you know what I'm going to do with you?" Manet demanded. "I'm going 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>:
What is Manet’s training background?

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A Communications operator
B Engineer
C Not discussed
D Space guide

<answer>:

C