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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Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that Manet thumbed through the manual in mechanical frustration. As he did Every lonely man tries to make friends. Manet just didn't know when to stop! William Manet was alone. In the beginning, he had seen many advantages to being alone. It would give him an unprecedented opportunity to once and for all correlate the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] loneliness to the point of madness, to see how long it would take him teaching himself classes in philosophy consisting of interminable lectures to a bored and captive audience of one. He would be able to measure the qualities of peace and decide whether it was really better than war, he would be able to get as fat and as Manet gave one final spurt from the flesh-sprayer and stood back. dirty as he liked, he would be able to live more like an animal and think more like a god than any man for generations. Manet stepped forward, lifted the model's left eyelid, tweaked his nose. As the device twisted as handily as good intentions, Manet realized winked at it whenever he passed that way. Lately she was winking back at him. Loneliness was a physical weight on his skull. It peeled the flesh from Manet stared at the tiny wreck. "To say the least." his arms and legs and sandpapered his self-pity to a fine sensitivity. 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 "No. You have made yourself an enemy." Manet felt nothing more at this information than an esthetic pleasure at the symmetry of the situation. could only be this lonely on Mars. "I am not your friend." "No?" "They all say that." isolate themselves in a useless job. They got, instead, William Manet "What's so bad about that?" Manet asked with some interest. I've seen that you will always keep your friends. " The prospect 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 So Manet put on the pressure suit he had been given because he would 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 Manet's eyes wondered down to heavy water tumbler full of rich, amber "That's what I'm trying to tell you," Manet said irritably, his social Manet took the tumbler in both hands and drank. It was good whiskey, "I don't believe you," Manet stated flatly. His conversation had grown Manet finished the mellow whiskey and looked into the glass. It seemed "It's finished!" were Victor's first words. "It's done!" representation. Come, tell me what you want." Manet gave in to it. "I want to be not alone," he said. "Of course," Trader Tom replied, "I suspected. It is not so unusual, Manet handed back the pen and stared at the laminated card in his hand. "What's the cost?" Manet asked. "Before I accept it, I have to know the "Suppose I'm the first?" Manet suggested reasonably. 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 The Making of Friends . Manet opened the book and, turning one blank page, found the title in larger print and slightly amplified: The Making of Friends and Others Your First Friend . Before you go further, first find the . He quickly riffled through the pages. Other Friends, Authority, A Companion . Manet tried to flip past this Manet flipped back to page one. "Tie game," Manet said. "Let's talk," Ronald said cheerfully. He was always cheerful. Cheerfulness was a personality trait Manet had thumbed out for him. Cheerful. Submissive. Co-operative. Manet had selected these factors in order to make Ronald as different a person from himself as possible. Intelligence was one of the factors Manet had punched to suppress. any more than Manet, but he could (and did) know less. He had seen to warm, sincere, modest, truthful, respected and rheumatic." "I know." Manet knew it all. He had heard it all before. and concept, why did he have to be trapped with such an unoriginal human being? Of course, Ronald wasn't an original human being. He was a copy. Manet had been interested in the Fabulous Forties—Lt. "Hoot" Gibson, first learned of them, and he had learned all about them. He had firm opinions on all these. Manet's only consolidation was that Ronald's tastes were lower than his better band man than Benny Goodman. Ronald was a terrific jerk. "Ronald," Manet said, "you are a terrific jerk." 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. Ronald was maddeningly co-operative and peaceful. He would even get in a fist fight to avoid trouble between them. He would do anything Manet wanted him to do. He was so utterly damned stupid. 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 Manet padded on down the hall. He had, he recalled, shoved Ronald in there on Lincoln's Birthday, a minor ironic twist he appreciated quietly. He had been waiting in vain for Ronald to run down ever since. It irritated Manet. He never understood how the British had got the Finally, Manet went back to the solarium and dragged the big box out. Manet selected the ripple-finished gray-covered manual from the Perhaps I should have begun here, he told himself. But I really don't have as much interest in that sort of thing as the earthier types. Simple companionship was all I wanted. And, he thought on, even an insipid personality like Ronald's would be bearable with certain compensations. Manet opened the book to the chapter headed: Manet folded his arms stoically and added: "Please don't talk." Her hands instantly caressed his face to prove that she liked a rather bristly, masculine countenance. Manet elbowed Veronica away in a gentlemanly fashion. less equipped with Manet's own store of information, than Ronald. "Shut up!" Manet yelled. Why hadn't he thought of that before? Maybe because he secretly took comfort in the sound of an almost human voice echoing through the station. Manet threw back the bolt and wheeled back the hatch. Ronald looked just the same as had when Manet had seen him last. His Ronald didn't say anything to Manet. "You," Manet said to Veronica with a shove in the small of the back, "Do you know what I'm going to do with you?" Manet demanded. "I'm going 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 diligently, Manet concluded that there weren't enough parts left in the

<question>:
How did Manet feel about his last creation?

<options>:
A He was upset the man was a friend
B He was happy the man was an antagonist
C He was upset the man was an antagonist
D He was happy the man was a friend

<answer>:

B