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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reaction to the close call might not come till hours later. "This kind of was, I believe, one of the few one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation not usually very witty, but this was one he couldn't resist. and smiled to himself at the They were about eighty thousand but the familiar starry backdrop, the miles out. He set course for Earth at Johnson calculated to bring them in moon far down to the left. If the light wasn't right, a ship might be on the station on the "going away" side of its orbit, and settled back for set forth in the General Terms of Use part of this license, apply to born of recent peril, and harness of his emergency rocket, wrapped in its thick belly pad checked the paired tanks of oxygen behind rocket—about 2 G's for sixty seconds—even into their niche in the "cradle." if they had them. What a a sardonic salute at the photograph of a young lady who graced the side to use, called skip bombin'. They'd hang a bomb on the bottom of one of these airplanes, and fly along the this magazine about a trick they used ground, right at what they wanted "Say, cap'n, Ah've been readin' in would sail right on into the target. You s'pose we could fix this buggy up with an A bomb or an H bomb thoughts that always came when action the familiar weakness—not fear exactly, was near. His chest was full of the familiar procedure, readying the ship for combat, checking and re-checking the details that could mean life and death, but his mind watched and it's startin' to happen too often." around his neck. rocket that could chase them, with the bomb for a head. And there's no way we could carry that size rocket, or fire it if we could. Some day these and we'll have a place to carry something like that." "How big would a rocket like that be?" "Five, six feet, by maybe a foot. Weigh at least three hundred think Ah could get a rocket that size The tension of approaching combat suddenly blended with the memory, in here with me. We could weld a to marry him. farm, pipe in his mouth, the weathered us playing around with bombs, till the experts get all the angles figured out, and build ships to handle them. And besides, who do you think will rig a bomb like that, without anybody finding out? And where do you think next five years. They just don't want course. rig the thing up for us and keep their mouths shut." "Well, forget about it. It's not a about it. All the rest of the way back to station, he kept seeing visions took him snugly into the cradle. of a sleek and gleaming ship, while a small rocket pushed its deadly snout forward, and then streaked off at their usual double takes on a change of course, as the ship computer recorded The Return-To-Station-Fuel and Relative-Velocity-To-Station of a panel sliding aside in the nose the new information. He gauges did tremendous acceleration. elation that followed a successful mission, swapping insults with the Interrogation was brief. The mission a long overdue letter, that he remembered steadily. He didn't blame the old Lover" he had borrowed from reason for it. Most of their time on He couldn't keep his mind on in the anxiety-laden boredom that spaceman, for one thing. One of those illogical but powerful distinctions that sub-divided the men of the station. He blessed the advantage of better the better than two hundred mile arm. The hunger that had lain undisguised often than not the margin of victory. The American crews were a little sharper, a little better trained, but with their stripped down ships, and midget crewmen, with no personal safety equipment, the Reds could accelerate longer and faster, and go or why, when he found himself walking the cradle as the power died. fiftieth mission. He'd considered taking the screep. Primary training. Basic and advanced training. The pride and excitement of being chosen for space row of neat buildings, each resting at deep elevator shaft. A pulsing, throbbing city, dedicated to the long slow struggle to get into space and stay there. The service crew eyed them with studied indifference, as they "blown up." No warning. No survivors. were the station. The implication was clear any Moon station until one government ruled Earth. Or until the United States and Russia figured out a way to get along with each other. And so two dogs and five assorted children in their wake, ecstatic at the sight of Of course there were rumors that gimmick cooked up, to turn the U. S. S. R. upside down in a revolution, a hero, and tousled a couple of jockey, doing his job in this screwball fight out here in the empty reaches. Back on Earth, there was no war. The statesmen talked, held conferences, played international chess as ever. and I'll tell you the rest then. tomorrow. And the day after, and And meanwhile, the struggle was each side groping for the stranglehold, looking for the edge that would give domination of space, or make all-out war a good risk. They hadn't out here all the time. For a while, it had been a supreme achievement just to get a ship out and back, but What did you gradually, as the ships improved, " there was a little margin left over for that he just wanted to do a It was a ticklish job explaining seventy-five. Deep inside him, the old —that was for sure. It was an unhappy thought. Well, maybe it was to feel like an old man. He pictured himself lecturing to a group of eager in a good cause. He shrugged and until they were well into their run, that dangled from the youngster's He completed THE END they operated, remembering the courses, the tests, the procedures practiced until they could do them backwards during a fight when he had no more idea of his position than what the old ladies told him, and what he the Moon. will be renamed. And using "right side up" as a basis for navigation. He chuckled Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions the ships, so there was something to be said for it. They hadn't been able to simulate gravity without fouling up the ships so they had to call the pilot's head "up." There was something comforting about it. He'd driven a couple of the experimental jobs, one with the cockpit set on gimbals, and one where the whole ship rotated, and he hadn't cared for them at all. Felt disoriented, with something nagging at his mind all the time, as though the ships had been sabotaged. A couple of pilots redistribution. and remembering his own feelings as had gone nuts in the "spindizzy," 5 G's. And with the hiss of power, SF 308 began the deadly, intricate, precarious maneuver called a combat pass—a maneuver inherited from the aerial dogfight—though it often turned into something more like the broadside duels of the old sailing ships—as the best and least suicidal method of killing a spaceship. To start on the enemy's tail, just out of his radar range. To come up his track break in the same direction. And to to the break. and then, if to kill a duplicate of themselves. are the worst. faded away, and all he remembered the enemy. Knowing the odds were a kill ... unless they ran into him. ship. They were practically recoilless, but the burst drifted him forward over. The ship filled with vibration as Guns opened up. to target. the sightscreen to the sky ahead, looking for the telltale flare of rockets—ready to follow like a ferret. with two, then three guns. around and heading up its own track, shape of that rocket plume, or was enemy's track. And as the shape of the plume told him the other ship "What do you think I'm doing down red and orange along one side. mixture of relief and revulsion. the loss, and any other damage, and wouldn't believe it. Musta been one concede on "right side up," in designing

<question>:
Which of the following does the title of the story likely reference?

<options>:
A The Space Race
B The Arms Race
C How Coulter treats women
D How spaceships work

<answer>:

B