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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you have. He will claim to be Abraham Lincoln." the vaults, and it interferes to a marked extent with my digestion. I "No!" "Yes, and he will pretend to find you accidentally and get you to help the one to pep me up, the capsule to strengthen my qualities as a longer hopeless in his quest to gain another reality because he knew he was not merely insane now. "Warden Walker, I've been following your career with considerable "Hey, Warden," Captain Keller bellowed as I approached my office Dreamland in principle?" "Why, it's the logical step forward in penal servitude. Man has been heading toward this since he first started civilizing himself. After "Of course, it's barbaric to think of a prison as a place of I stretched out my wet palm toward the door. Was or was not Coleman telling the truth when he said this life of mine time. Punishment, rehabilitation, all of it is secondary to that. The purpose of confinement is confinement." The councilman edged forward an inch. "And you really think Dreamland is the most humane confinement possible?" was itself only a Dream? If it was, did I want to finish my last day with the right decision so I could return to some alien reality? Or did I deliberately want to make a mistake so I could continue living the "I should think so," Coleman said emphatically. "Warden, don't you "Coleman," I said, "you can get out of here. As warden, I'm granting living these vicarious adventures?" That was a question that made all of us in the Dreamland service of yellow light. "I don't approve of your decision, Warden. Not at uneasy. "No, Councilman, they don't. They know they aren't really Alexander of Macedonia, Tarzan, Casanova, or Buffalo Bill. They are conscious of all the time that is being spent out of their real lives unless—" Coleman lifted a dark eyebrow above a black iris. "Unless?" I cleared my throat. "Unless they go mad and really believe the dream this phony Dream? Now you are talking as if this world was the "How do prisoners like that adjust to reality?" they are living. But as you know, sir, the rate of madness among think they are having some kind of delusion. Many of them become schizoid and pretend to go along with reality while secretly 'knowing' Dreamland inmates is only slightly above the norm for the population as it to be a lie." Was he deliberately trying to ask tough questions? "They don't. They a whole." "Yes, sir," I replied. "By letting the prisoner project his own imagination onto the sense tapes and giving him a limited amount of alternatives to a situation, we can observe whether he is conforming to Dreamland." Coleman sat back down suddenly. "As I said, I've been following your career closely, and if you get through the next twenty-four-hour period as you have through the foregoing part of your Dream, you will be awakened at this time tomorrow. Congratulations!" think of two reasons why. The answer is probably a combination of both. In the first place, you are a joy-popper with Dreams—you don't want to live out your life in one, but you like a brief Dream every few years like an occasional dose of a narcotic. In the second place, He was telling me , the superintendent of Dreamland, that my own life here was only a Dream such as I fed to my own prisoners. It was were true, if I had forgotten that everything that happened was only a Dream, and if I admitted it, the councilman would know I was mad. It couldn't be true. you probably have political reasons for wanting to hide out somewhere Hadn't I thought about it ever since I had been appointed warden and Dream." Coleman stood up and walked out of my office. The clock told me it was after five. I began clearing my desk. active one out here. He claims that Dreamland compromises His plan for the Free Will of the Universe." a prisoner what the modern penal system was all about by giving him a Dream in which he dreamed about Dreamland itself." "Yes, indeed," Coleman concurred. Just that and no more. I leaned intimately across my beautiful oak desk. "I've thought that projecting officials into the Dream and letting them talk with the prisoners might be a more effective form of investigation than mere observation." pad, "I can't put you back into a Dream. You served your full time for your crime. The maximum." "But I haven't adjusted to society!" "But Warden, sir, my psychiatrist said that I was unable to cope with reality. Come on now, Warden, you don't want a guy who can't cope with reality running around loose." He paused, puzzled. "Hell, I don't know why I can't express myself like I used to." He could express himself much better in his Dream. He had been Abraham Lincoln in his Dream, I saw. He had lived the life right up to the night when he was taking in An American Cousin only knew that if in his delirium he could gain Dreamland once more, he could get back to the hard realities of dealing with the problems of Reconstruction. His eyes narrowed, both of them, on the next twitch. "Warden, I can Warden." This had to be some kind of test. But a test for what? Had I been deliberately told that I was living only a Dream to see to stand the strain of putting their fellow human beings to sleep for long. "I couldn't have done it, Warden," Horbit mumbled drowsily. "I couldn't sleep sentence would be extended. Or was it that, in some sane part of my mind, I wanted release from unreality badly enough to take any risk "You have to send me back now, Warden," he was shrilling. "You have to! Warden. No, sir, he had it made." The onetime inmate who wanted back in after a reprieve was fairly rare. "Warden," Paulson said, "I've decided to give myself up. I murdered a Paulson tried his insufficient best to smile evilly. "It wasn't conscience, Warden. I never lie awake a minute whenever I kill anybody. It's just—well, Dreaming isn't so bad. Last time I was Allen guilt with another crime. Do you want a crime on your hands, Warden?" they know they have relatives and friends outside the dream. They know, "Naw, he ain't violent, Warden. He just thinks he's somebody important." "Sounds like a case for therapy, not Dreamland. Who does he think he is?" sentences to be fixed by the warden. My predecessors had given him me out of executing this sentence by what you told me this morning?" I couldn't follow his reasoning. Just how making me think my life was only a Dream such as I imposed on my own prisoners could help him, I couldn't see. "Warden Walker," Coleman intoned in his magnificent voice, "I'm Dream world. Yet he didn't want to be in for life, the way Paulson and Horbit did. Coleman smiled benignly. "Certainly, Warden." "Mr. President, the situation you find yourself in now is something stranger and more evil than any madness. I am not a phantom of your mind—I am a "You don't want life as a Sleeper, do you?" I pursued. "You did want sentence of a few months or a few years. I can who will pretend to be something he isn't. You must pretend to believe in what he claims to be, and convince him of your high intelligence, long, thin legs stretched out in front of him, staring dismally into the gloom of the room. No wonder he found reality so boring and He bolted upright in his chair. "You're going to put me back to sleep." "I came to talk to you about that," I admitted. I pulled up a seat and adjusted the lighting so only his face and mine luster. "Then this is the Dream. I've thought—" "No!" I snapped. "This world is also real."

<question>:
What does the food the warden eats indicate about his situation?

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A He is likely receiving rations
B He orders food from restaurants outside the prison
C He has luxury food ingredients that a prisoner would not have
D He is dreaming

<answer>:

A