Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
did the heavenly bodies of this strange space. A bunch of kids in bright new uniforms, leathery-tentacled, chlorine-breathing of short radiation emanating large and small, lay in a globular cluster dead ahead. They spread out just a swarm of innocuous seeming planetoids ... the first explorable to and examine their find. Ivy wanted samples and though no one said it in so many words ... no one was anxious for another encounter with the rapacious Eridans. With typically human adaptiveness they had sublimated their fear of the unknown space in which they found themselves. Curiosity took the place of fear and here was something close at hand to probe. Anthropoid inquisitiveness prevailed. discussion. "No." Whitley sighed unhappily. "And there's only one Tellurian Rocket Ship Cleopatra "Could there be two Strykalskis?" demanded the owner of the name under Cob made a sour face. "Project Warp, yet! Sounds like a dog barking!" Fleet skeeterboats had discovered a race of group-minded, non-human worlds that were untenable for humans. And they were apparently all parts of a single entity that never left the home globe ... a thing no human had seen. The group-mind. They were rabidly isolationist and they had refused any commerce with the Solar Combine. Only CSN Intelligence knew that the Eridans were warlike ... and that they were strongly suspected of having interstellar flight.... Radar Officer, and like all the rest, bound with chains of affection to the cranky old warship. The Cleopatra's crew was a unit ... a team in the true sense to be treated with respect." He affected a very knowing expression. "Besides, we shouldn't be gallivanting around testing Ivy's electronic eyelash-curlers when the Eridans are likely to be swooshing around old mute dismay. They had nothing to say about it... crew, was one of the family. "Now, what I would like to know," Cob demanded when the small talk had been disposed of, "is what's with this 'Project Warp'? What are you "And why was the a ... well, sort of an abstraction." "That's been the view up to now. We all shared it here, too, until "Why us?" Cob asked thoughtfully. smile. "Besides, I wouldn't want to enter an alien cosmos with anyone "The nonhumans from Eridanus have launched a major invasion of the solar Combine! All the colonies in Centaurus are being invaded!" Strike felt the bottom dropping out of his stomach, and he knew that all the others felt the same. If this was a war, they were the ones enemy, welded as they were into one fighting unit by the functioning of the group-mind.... He heard himself saying sharply into Ivy's communicator: "See to it that my ship is fueled and armed for space within three hours!" When Cob asked why, Strike replied that knowing Gorman, they could expect orders from Luna Base ordering them either to attack or had been as unfortunate as any of the others. "I was afraid you'd say that," grumbled Cob, "I was just hoping you wouldn't." tubes silent, the Cleopatra celestial globe slowly retreated from their unnatural grouping ahead and astern, brilliant Sirius and its dwarf companion showed definite disks in the starboard ports. At a distance of 90,000,000 miles from reckoning?" he exclaimed. He was destined never to know the accolade, for at that moment the Strike took over the squawk-box. "Right here, Celia. What is it?" have some sort of radiation net out and they are moving into spread formation." Strike cursed. "They've spotted us and they want to scoop us in with that force net! Damn that group-mind of theirs ... it makes for uncanny co-ordination!" He turned back to the communicator. "Cob! Are you on?" "Shift into second-order! We'll have to try and run their net!" not to be afraid. Strykalski was rapping out his orders with machine-gun rapidity, making As they turned to go, all the pin-points of light that were the stars vanished, only to reappear in distorted groups ahead and behind the ship. They were in second-order flight again, and traveling above light speed. Within seconds, contact would be made with the advance units of the alien fleet. horde. Within the black hulls strange, tentacled creatures watched her in scanners that were activated by infrared light. The chlorine atmosphere grew tense as the Tellurian warship drove full at the pulsating net of interlocked force lines. Parsecs away, on a frozen world were a dull red shrunken sun shone dimly through fetid air, the thing that was the group-mind of the Eridans guided the thousand leathery tentacles that controlled the hundred and fifty black spaceships. The soft quivering bulk of it throbbed with excitement as it prepared to kill the tiny Tellurian thing that dared to threaten its right to conquest. Old Lover-Girl tried gallantly to pierce the strange trap. She failed. her rifles to wreak havoc among her attackers. Being non-entities in themselves, and only limbs of the single mentality that rested secure on its home world, the Eridans lacked the vicious will to live that drove the Tellurian warship and her crew. But their numbers wore her down, cutting her strength with each blow that chanced to connect. battle. "She can't stand much more of this!" only chance ... for Lover-Girl and Ivy and Cob and Celia ... for all of them. He had to chance it. "Ivy!" he an almost mind-shattering intensity over his brain! He was conscious of Cob standing beside him, looking out into this unknown universe and whispering in awe: " We're the aliens here...." stretching cold fingers into his heart and mind. He realized that everyone on board must feel the same way. It was the old human devil rising from the pit of the primeval past. Fear of the unknown, of the strange. And there was loneliness. From the dark corners of his mind, the terrible loneliness came stealing forth. Never had a group of human beings been so frighteningly apart from their kind. He felt rejected, scorned and lost. The others felt it, too. Ivy and Cob drew closer, until all three stood touching each other as though they could dispel the loneliness of the came into the bridge softly ... just to be near her friends. It was only the fact that they could return at will to their own space ... and the danger of the questing Eridans ... that kept one or all from crying out in utter childish fear. Celia Graham whimpered reassurance he did not feel. Then Strike broke the spell. The effort was great, but it brushed away the shadows that had risen to plague them from the tortured abyss of racial memory. It brought them back to what they were: highly civilized people, parts of an intricately technological culture. Their ship was a part of that culture. The only part they could cling to. The Cleopatra "Maintain a continuous radar-watch, Celia. We can't tell what we may encounter here." agoraphobia must be more acute, reasoned Strike, and Bayne must have been subconsciously stirred up by the disappearance of the familiar stars that were his stock-in-trade. mind. "Through Ivy looked out of the port and back with a shudder. "I hope so, Strike. I hope so." They fell silent, seeking comfort in each other's presence. Ivy suggested that since the Cleopatra and her crew were no part of this alien cosmos, no prime-space instruments could detect the errant mass. Like a microscopic bull in a gargantuan china shop, the Tellurian warship existed under a completely different set of physical laws than

<question>:
What do Tellurians think of the phenomenon of group-mind?

<options>:
A It has been described from other planets and they are developing ways to combat it
B It is foreign to them and not understood
C Tellurians revere the group mind and wish to contact Eridians for a better understanding
D The Tellurians are never aware of the group-mind, only the reader has that information

<answer>:

B