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

<passage>:
Manet thumbed through the manual in mechanical frustration. As he did Manet just didn't know when to stop! William Manet was alone. Manet gave one final spurt from the flesh-sprayer and stood back. think more like a god than any man for generations. But after a shorter time than he expected, it all got to be a tearing bore. Even the waiting to go crazy part of it. Not that he was going to have any great long wait of it. He was already Manet stared at the tiny wreck. "To say the least." No one on Earth was as lonely as William Manet, and even William Manet Manet was Atmosphere Seeder Station 131-47's own human. All Manet had to do was sit in the beating aluminum heart in the middle Manet felt nothing more at this information than an esthetic pleasure at the symmetry of the situation. "It completes the final course in socialization," Victor continued. "I gimcrack was cybernetically controlled, entirely automatic. No one was needed here—no human being, at least. The Workers' Union was a pretty small pressure group, but it didn't am your adversary. I will do everything I can to defeat you. I have take much to pressure the Assembly. Featherbedding had been carefully my function to use everything I possibly can against you." "When do you start?" isolate themselves in a useless job. They got, instead, William Manet "What's so bad about that?" Manet asked with some interest. "I've finished. I've done my worst. I have destroyed the Modifier." providing fuel (at fifty million dollars a gallon) for visits between was frightful. Manet suspected hallucination, but in an existence with all the pallid dispassion of a requited love he was happy to welcome dementia. Sometimes he even manufactured it. Sometimes he would run through the arteries of the factory and play that it had suddenly gone mad hating human beings, and was about to close down its bulkheads on him as sure as the Engineers' Thumb and bale up the pressure-dehydrated digest, "Yes. Yes." "Now you will have but to lean back, as it were, so to speak, and see So Manet put on the pressure suit he had been given because he would me suffer?" " know. You're too human, too like me. The one thing a man can't accept is a passive state, a state of uselessness. Not if he can possibly avoid it. Something has to be I "Of course not!" Victor stormed. "Fundamental safety cut-off!" "Rationalization. You don't want to kill me. And you can't stop challenging me at every turn. That's your function." meanly. "Your friends won't grow and mature with you. You won't make any new friends. You'll have me to constantly remind you of your uselessness, your constant unrelenting sterility of purpose. How's that for boredom, for passiveness?" "That's what I'm trying to tell you," Manet said irritably, his social "Yes! That's it exactly. It's me government service. I represent free enterprise." capitalistic system. Money is a fiction that exists mostly on paper. They play along on paper to get paper things, but to get real things they can forego the papers. Comprehend, mon ami have gone back to the barter system. Between them, they have the raw materials, the trained men, the man-hours to make a spaceship. So they make it. Damned reactionaries, all of my principals." "I don't believe you," Manet stated flatly. His conversation had grown Manet finished the mellow whiskey and looked into the glass. It seemed Irritably, "How do I know what I want until I know what you have?" "You know." , the only reality it lacks is political reality. The Assembly could no longer justify their disposition of the cosmos if it were known they were dealing confiscation without Manet gave in to it. "I want to be not alone," he said. Manet handed back the pen and stared at the laminated card in his hand. "It is commercialized," Trader Tom admitted with no little chagrin. "It is presented to appeal to a twelve-year-old child, an erotic, aggressive twelve-year-old, the typical sensie goer—but that is reality. It offends men of good taste like ourselves, yet sometimes it approaches being art. We must accept it." "What's the cost?" Manet asked. "Before I accept it, I have to know the Manet didn't open the box. He let it fade quietly in the filtered but Manet puttered around the spawning monster, trying to brush the copper Finally, Manet woke up one morning. He lay in the sheets of his bunk, crumbled as easily as ideals. But Manet was old enough to remember the Manet opened the book and, turning one blank page, found the title vital . . Manet tried to flip past this Manet flipped back to page one. vital to your entire experiment in socialization. The Cheerfulness was a personality trait Manet had thumbed out for him. "Only in the air," Manet corrected him. any more than Manet, but he could (and did) know less. He had seen to leisurely combats of World War One." "I know." warm, sincere, modest, truthful, respected and rheumatic." "I know." Manet knew it all. He had heard it all before. ad nauseum . What a Manet had been interested in the Fabulous Forties—Lt. "Hoot" Gibson, Manet's only consolidation was that Ronald's tastes were lower than his Manet blocked it deftly and threw a right cross. Manet stepped inside the swing and lifted an uppercut to the ledge of "Had enough?" he asked Manet. Manet dropped his fists to his sides and turned away. "Yes." Manet scrunched up inside himself in impotent fury. Manet's eyes orbitted towards the checkerboard. But if he were so much more stupid than he, Manet, why was it that Manet lay stretched out on his back, naked, in front of the transparent It irritated Manet. He never understood how the British had got the discussion as to how long it will require to complete the present schedule—" there was of course no "K" sound in the word—"for 18.2 years. However, determining how long it will take our stations time is, within limits of error, a flat 18 years." Finally, Manet went back to the solarium and dragged the big box out. Manet selected the ripple-finished gray-covered manual from the insipid personality like Ronald's would be bearable with certain compensations. Manet opened the book to the chapter headed: Veronica crept up behind Manet and slithered her hands up his back and Manet folded his arms stoically and added: "Please don't talk." Manet elbowed Veronica away in a gentlemanly fashion. less equipped with Manet's own store of information, than Ronald. An invisible hand began pressing down steadily on the top of his head until it forced a sound out of him. "Aaaawrraagggh! Must you be so cloyingly sweet? Do you have to keep taking that? Isn't there any fight in you at all?" Ronald's cries grew louder as Manet marched Veronica through the through sepulchrally. "Shut up!" Manet yelled. The voice dwindled stubbornly, then cut off. Manet threw back the bolt and wheeled back the hatch. Ronald didn't say anything to Manet. forever! Now what do you think about that?" "If you think it's the Manet slammed the hatch in disgust. Manet walked carefully down the corridor, watching streamers of Manet giggled. "What? What was that? Do you suggest that I take you He went down the corridor, giggling. He giggled and thought: This will never do. Pouring and tumbling through the Lifo kit, consulting the manual diligently, Manet concluded that there weren't enough parts left in the

<question>:
How often does Manet communicate with Earth?

<options>:
A Weekly
B Rarely
C Daily
D Compulsively

<answer>:

B