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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Transcriber's Note: not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was without note. Circus "Just suppose," said Morgan, "that I did for argument." He glanced up at the man across the restaurant table. "Where would we go from here?" fingers a little too dainty, a suit that doesn't quite seem to fit, Maybe too ordinary, Morgan thought. got to believe me, Morgan. I'm lost, I mean it. If I can't get help, I don't know where it's going to end." "I'll tell you where it's going to end," said Morgan. "It's going to end in a hospital. A mental hospital. They'll lock you up and they'll lose the key somewhere." He poured himself he added, "will be that." The place was dark and almost empty. Overhead, a rotary fan swished patiently. The man across from Morgan ran a hand through his dark hair. "There must be some other way," he said. "There has to be." "All right, let's start from the beginning again," Morgan said. "Maybe we can pin something down a little better. You say your name is Parks—right?" The man nodded. "Jefferson Haldeman Parks, if that helps any. Haldeman was my mother's maiden name." "All right. And you got into town on Friday—right?" Parks nodded. "Fine. Now go through the whole story again. What happened " Strange! Morgan's mouth took a grim line. "You understood the Treasury or something. When he saw that I was serious, he Parks dropped two small gold discs on the table. They were perfectly smooth and perfectly round, tapered by wear to a Morgan looked up at the man sharply. "What did you get for these?" Parks shrugged. "Too little, I suspect. Two dollars for the small one, five for the larger." "You should have gone to a bank." "I know that now. I didn't then. Naturally, I assumed that with everything else so similar, principles of business would also be similar." Morgan sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Well, then what?" Parks poured some more coffee. His face was very pale, Morgan thought, and his hands trembled as he raised the cup to his lips. Fright? Maybe. Hard to tell. The man put down think what anyone at home would do in my place. That seemed "And you told him?" the best thing to do. I waited for a couple of hours, until "They didn't believe you," said Morgan. "Not for a minute. They laughed in my face." Morgan nodded. "I'm beginning to get the pattern. So what muttered something about cranks and their crazy notions, and when they asked me where I lived, they thought I was—what did they call it?—a wise guy! Told me to get out and not come prepared for almost anything excepting this. It was frightening. I tried to rationalize it, and then I quit trying. It wasn't them. I began to look for things that were different I could show them, and say, see, this proves that I'm telling the truth, look at it—" He looked up helplessly. "And what did you find?" "Nothing. Oh, little things, insignificant little things. Your But there was nothing any more significant than that. Absolutely "Except yourself," Morgan said. "Ah, yes. I thought that over carefully. I looked for differences, couldn't find anything. Then I went to a doctor." Morgan's eyebrows lifted. "Good," he said. Parks shrugged tiredly. "Not really. He examined me. He practically took me apart. I carefully refrained from saying anything about who I was or where I came from to it. He was thorough, and when he finished he patted me on the back and said, 'Parks, you've got nothing to worry about. You're as fine, strapping a specimen of a healthy human being as I've ever seen.' And that was that." Parks laughed bitterly. "I guess I was supposed to be happy with the verdict, and instead I was ready to knock him down. It was idiotic, it defied reason, it was infuriating." Morgan nodded sourly. "Because you're not a human being," he said. "That's right. I'm not a human being at all." "How did you happen to pick this planet, or this sun?" Morgan asked curiously. "There must have been a million others to choose from." Parks unbuttoned his collar and rubbed his stubbled chin unhappily. "I didn't make the choice. Neither did anyone else. Travel by warp is a little different from travel by the rocket you fiction writers make so much of. With a rocket vehicle you from the other side. Then we can just scan a segment of space with the warp, and the scanner picks up the beam." He shook his head wearily. "We're new at it, Morgan. We've only tried a few dozen runs. We're not too far ahead of you in technology. We've been using rocket vehicles just like yours for "And you found things here the same as back home," said Morgan. "The same! Your planet and mine are practically twins. Similar cities, similar technology, everything. The people are the same, with precisely the same anatomy and physiology, the same sort of laws, the same institutions, even compatible languages. Can't you see the importance of it? This planet is on the other side of the universe from mine, with the first intelligent life we've yet encountered anywhere. But when I try to tell your people that I'm a native of another star system, they won't believe me !" "Why should they?" asked Morgan. "You look like a human being. You talk like one. You eat like one. You act like one. What you're asking them to believe is utterly incredible." " But it's true. " Morgan shrugged. "So it's true. I won't argue with you. But as I asked before, even if I did expect me to do about it? Why pick me There was a desperate light in Parks' eyes. "I was tired, tired of being laughed at, tired of having people looking at me as though I'd lost my wits when I tried to tell them the truth. I found out you wrote stories." He looked up eagerly. "I've got to get back, Morgan, somehow. My life is there, my family. And think what it would mean to both of our worlds—contact with another intelligent race! Combine our knowledges, principles. You have engineers here, technologists, physicists. They could fill in what I don't know and build a guide beam. hands, they have public welfare, and atomic bombs, and at the man. "But what can do?" write world about me, you can tell exactly what has happened. I know how public interest can be aroused in my world. It must be the same in yours." Morgan didn't move. He just stared. "How many people "None." "You mean " rolling down his cheeks. "And I'm the one man who couldn't help you if my life depended on it," he gasped. "You believe me?" Morgan nodded sadly. "I believe you. Yes. I think your warp brought you through to a parallel universe of your own planet, not to another star, but I think you're telling the truth." "Then you "Why not?" "Because I'd be worse than no help at all." "Why?" he cried hoarsely. "If you believe me, why can't you Morgan pointed to the magazine lying on the table. "I write, yes," he said sadly. "Ever read stories like this before?" Parks picked up the magazine, glanced at the bright cover. "You should look more closely. I have a story in this issue. The readers thought it was very interesting," Morgan grinned. "Go ahead, look at it." caught the first paragraph and he turned white. He set the The paragraph said: "Just suppose," said Martin, "that I did "Where do we go from here?"

<question>:
What is ironic about the story?

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A Parks ends up helping Morgan.
B The one and only person who believes Parks cannot help him.
C Morgan is famous for preaching that there is no life on other planets.
D Morgan is Parks' twin from a parallel universe.

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B