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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educated bugs worried him then the faint, almost illegible. Meek blinked at it through thick-lensed spectacles, finally deciphered its scrawl: Ask About Educated Bugs. A bit bewildered, but determined not to show it, Meek swung away from less. Here in its approximate center, were two buildings, both of The other, according to the crudely painted legend smeared above its . puzzler. Meek wrinkled his brow and blinked his eyes, trying to figure out what a welfare ship would be doing in this remote corner of the Solar System. cumbersome spacesuit all tangled up. The gravity was slight, next to non-existent, and one who wasn't used to it had to take things easy and immediately felt ashamed of himself for growing poetic. This sector of think of nothing except keeping his two feet under him. alone? No one with you?" mister," he declared, "but whoever you are, you're the best damn pilot Exports." "Bookkeeper!" yelped the mechanic. "How come a bookkeeper can handle a "I learned it," said Meek. "You learned it?" "Sure, from a book. I saved my money and I studied. I always wanted to see the Solar System and here I am." Dazedly, the mechanic took off his greasy cap, laid it carefully on the desk, reached out for a spacesuit that hung from a wall hook. "Afraid this job might take a while," he said. "Especially if we have Inn . Tell Moe I sent you. They'll treat you right." figure out what kind of game they were playing." sides and play for hours. About the time Gus would think he had it figured out, they'd change the rules and throw him off again." find him?" "Go over to the Inn and wait around," advised the mechanic. "He'll come in sooner or later. Drops around regular, except when his rheumatism bothers him, to pick up a bundle of papers. Subscribes to a daily paper, he does. Only man out here that does any reading. But all he reads is the sports section. Nuts about sports, Gus is." II worth it, either. Just ring-rats, that's all they are." rivalry, but all this killing! Surely they don't enjoy getting killed." "Sure they enjoy it," declared Moe. "Not being killed, maybe ... although they're willing to take a chance on that. Not many of them get killed, in fact. Just a few that get sort of careless. But even if some of them are killed, you can't go messing around with that feud didn't have their feud they'd plain die of boredom. They just got to lady, a-smirk with righteousness. "That's why I'm here. To try to get them to turn their natural feelings of rivalry into less deadly and disturbing channels. Direct their energies into other activities." "Like what?" asked Moe, fearing the worst. "Athletic events," said Miss Perkins. "Tin shinny, maybe," suggested Moe, trying to be sarcastic. She missed the sarcasm. "Or spelling contests," she said. "Them fellow can't spell," insisted Moe. "Games of some sort, then. Competitive games." important." will fit." of the Ring knew just exactly what kind of spacecraft the other had. "She's from the government," said Moe. "Revenuer?" "Nope. From the welfare outfit. Aims to help you fellows out. Says "So that's why you asked me over here. Another of your danged peace won't do you any good." "I'll get a heap of satisfaction out of it," insisted Gus. "And, "Games, eh?" said Gus. "Maybe you got something, after all. Maybe we could fix up some kind of game...." was thinking of a real sport. A game they play back on Earth and Mars. Read about it in my papers. Follow the teams, I do. Always wanted to see a game, but never did." "Why, how wonderful," simpered Miss Perkins. "And you boys have the spaceships to play it with." play it," predicted Moe. "It would turn into mass murder. Wouldn't be one of you who wouldn't be planning on getting even with someone else, you guys got wouldn't last out the first chukker. Most of them would play polo in ships tied up with haywire. Those broomsticks you ring-rats ride around on are so used to second rate fuel they'd split wide open first squirt of high test stuff you gave them." "You're prejudiced," Gus told Moe. "You just don't like space polo, that is all. You ain't got no blueblood in you. We'll leave it up to this man here. We'll ask his opinion of it." hair and dominated by a pair of outsize spectacles. "My opinion, sir," said Oliver Meek, "seldom amounts to much." "All we want to know," Gus told him, "is what you think of space polo." "Space polo," declared Meek, "is a noble game. It requires expert piloting, a fine sense of timing and...." think of everything." moss you ever clapped your eyes on." "Now, look here," warned Gus, "you watch what you say or I'll hang one Drove me out of house and home, they did. They're dippy over metal. Any kind of metal, but alloys especially. Eat the stuff. They'll tromp you to death heading for a spaceship. Got so I had to move over to another Seem to be scared of it, sort of. You can walk right among them if you different, each one having served as the scene of a now-completed game. None of the diagrams made sense. They showed the patterns of three reached, some point won, some advantage gained. One of the few forms of plant life found in the cold of space, the wilted and died. watching eagerly, stylus poised above the notebook. Crawling clumsily, the tiny insect-like creatures moved about, solemnly popping in and out of holes. If there were opposing sides ... and if it were a game, there'd have recognize, might determine the number and order of moves allowed each side. going back several plays beyond the point of confusion. Just as one would do when one made a mistake working a mathematical Meek leaned forward to watch, forgetting where he was. One of the "Gus will give me hell for this," he told himself. "By rights," he declared, judiciously, "I should take this over and the same again. If we don't watch out, we'll find ourselves being polite to one another." "Wouldn't it, though," declared Gus. "That makes twenty-eight of them," said Meek. "I told you," Gus accused him, "that we hadn't got them all. You better into solid metal and pull the hole in after them, seems like. Sneakiest cusses in the whole dang system. Just like chiggers back on Earth." "Maybe these things do, too," Gus contended. tonight another story has pushed even that famous classic of the sporting world down into secondary place." He paused and took a deep breath and his voice practically yodeled with delight. "The sporting event, ladies and gentlemen, that is being talked up and game. There may have been some of them who didn't, at first, know what it was. out, I really mean fight it out. For the game, it seems, will be a sort of tournament, the final battle in a feud that has been going on in feud is taken up again. But that is at an end now. In a few days the feud will be played out to its bitter end when the ships from the Inner polo. For the outcome of that game will decide, forever, the supremacy of one of the two sectors."

<question>:
Of the following options, who might enjoy this story the most?

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A A sci-fi nerd who wants to learn more about the space travel of a character's universe
B A sci-fi nerd who enjoys learning about customs and games that take place in outer space
C A gaming nerd who loves to learn about new games they can play
D A sci-fi nerd who loves to learn about the government operations/structures of a story they're reading

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B