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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By ALFRED COPPEL, JR. Stand by for T.R.S. Aphrodite , butt of the Space Navy. She's got something terrific in her guts and only designing job." then he pulled out an address book and leafed through until he came to the pages marked "Canalopolis, Mars." And he was gratified to see that Lieutenant Commander David Farragut Strykalski III was doing the same. of feeling. Then he motioned wearily to his companion, and together they sloshed through the mud toward the ancient monitor. The scaly bulk of the Tellurian Rocket Ship Aphrodite loomed unhappily into the thick air above the two men as they reached the "It looks," he commented bitterly, "like a pregnant carp." Senior Lieutenant Coburn Whitley—"Cob" to his friends—nodded in agreement. "That's our Lover-Girl ... old Aphrodisiac herself. The ship with the poison personality." Cob was the Aphrodite's Executive, and he had been with her a full year ... which was a record for Execs on the Aphrodite . She generally sent them Earthside with nervous breakdowns in half that time. "Tell me, Captain," continued Cob curiously, "how does it happen "The same." "In the first place I seem to have an uncanny talent for saying the section-lines to take on a bunch of colonists I thought were in to his former aide. I got this." "I begin to see what you mean, Captain." "Strike's the name, Cob." Whitley's smile was expansive. "Strike, I think you're going to like our old tin pot here." He patted the Aphrodite's nether belly affectionately. "She's old ... but she's loose. And we're not likely to meet any Ambassadors or Admirals with her, either." Strykalski sighed, still thinking of his sleek Ganymede Aphrodite was a surge-circuit monitor of twenty guns built some ten years back in the period immediately preceding the Ionian Subjugation planner's view. In those days, interstellar astrogation was in its formative stage, and at the time of the Aphrodite's launching the surge-circuit was hailed as the very latest in space drives. Her designer, Harlan Hendricks, had been awarded a Legion of Merit for her, and every silver-braided admiral in the Fleet had dreamed of hoisting his flag on one of her class. There had been three. The , the Andromeda , and the prototype ... old Aphrodisiac. The three vessels had gone into action off Callisto after the Phobos Raid had set off hostilities between the Ionians and the Solarian Combine. ruptured fission chamber and spewing gamma rays in all directions. And the Aphrodite's starboard tubes blew, causing her to spend her store of vicious energy spinning like a Fourth of July pinwheel under tangled, pulpy mess within her pressure hull. The Aphrodite was refitted for space. And because it was an integral part of her design, the circuit was rebuilt ... and sealed. She became ratings are women." He grinned maliciously. "Equal rights, you know." "No doubt," commented the other sourly. "Is that why they named this ... ship 'Aphrodite'?" Whitley saw fit to consider the question rhetorical and remained silent. Strike lowered his head to clear the arch of the flying-bridge "Looks like a drug-store fountain, doesn't it?" commented Cob. reached for the squawk-box control. "Now hear this. All officer personnel will assemble in the flying bridge at 600 hours for Captain's briefing. Officer of the Deck will recall any enlisted personnel now on liberty...." "Orders, Captain?" 600 hours. In the meantime you'll take over his part of the work. See The other officers of the T.R.S. Aphrodite were in conference with the Captain when Cob and the girl at his side reached the flying obvious trimness of her figure. Strike's back was toward the bulkhead, and he was addressing the others. "... and that's about the story. We are to jet within 28,000,000 miles of Sol. Orbit is trans-Mercurian hyperbolic. With Mars in opposition, we have to make a perihelion run and it won't be pleasant. But I'm "That's about all there is to tell you. As soon as our rather leisurely E/O gets here, we can jet with Aunt Nelly's postcard." He nodded. "That's the story. Lift ship in...." He glanced at his wrist chronograph, "... in an hour and five." to say. to think ... a senile incompetent." A week in space had convinced Strike that he commanded a jinx ship. Jetting sunward from Venus, the cantankerous Aphrodite had burned a steering tube through, and it had been necessary to go into free-fall orbital calculations by the time spent in free-fall. The Aphrodite rumbled on toward the orbit of Mercury.... For all the tension between the occupants of the flying-bridge, Strike spent a lot of time at the controls, and Strike was forced to admit that he had never seen a finer job of piloting done by man or woman. There's nothing in the cosmos to nurture friendship like a common enemy. At 30,000,000 miles from the sun, the Aphrodite's refrigeration units could no longer keep the interior of the ship at a comfortable routine business. But the thing that made Strike curse under his breath was Celia Graham's notation that the And she agreed. Old Aphrodisiac had reached perihelion when it happened. The weight and balance. Ivy went about her work on the bridge without speaking, and Strike made no attempt to brighten her sudden depression. . The trying to pull the heavy vessel to safety, but even the thundering power of the Lachesis' "Well, dammit, hold it still so I can!" snapped Strike. He read the She read it through and looked up exultantly. "This is ships. And, if I know Captain Varni on the Lachesis , he won't let go that line even if he fries himself." the woodwork ... very messily, too." "Let me understand you, Ivy," said Strike in a flat voice. "What you and save those ships!" Her expression turned to one of disgust. "Or are you afraid?" their carrier wave. They're in trouble and we're going after them. Plot the course." "Yes, Captain." She nodded silently and took her place at the control panel. Smoothly she turned old Aphrodisiac's nose sunward.... on the vessels made life within them possible. And, even so, men were dying. Swiftly, the fat, ungainly shape of old Aphrodisiac drew near. In her flying-bridge, Strike and Ivy Hendricks watched the stricken ships in the darkened viewport. together. They were diving into the sun. The heat in the Aphrodite's bridge was unbearable. The thermometer panel. "I ... I ... can't make it ... Strike. You'll ... have to run ... the show ... after ... all." Scylla found them. The three ships ... Atropos , Lachesis , and old Aphrodisiac ... lashed together and drifting in space. Every man and woman aboard out cold from the acceleration, and Aphrodite's tanks bone dry. But they were a safe 80,000,000 miles from Sol.... "All right," said Strike, setting down his glass. "What's on your mind, "All I said to him...." "I know. I know what you said ... and it won't bear repeating. But

<question>:
How would you describe the author's style throughout the passage?

<options>:
A He uses lots of historical data from previous science fiction universes
B He uses lots of technical details and technologies to immerse the reader in the lore
C He uses lots of humor to make the technical elements more entertaining
D He uses lots of descriptions of the ship's surroundings to show the peaceful voyages the Aphrodite goes on

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B