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

<passage>:
mere serene than a man who loves his work—but what happens when it loves him back? Keep your nerve, Peter Manners told himself the hall. Mr. Lexington is expecting you." for him. He went through it with his composure slipping still further from his grip. This was no way to go into an interview, but doors kept opening before and shutting after him, until only one was left, and the last of his calm was blasted away by a bellow from within. "Don't stand out there like a jackass! Either come in or go away!" Peter found himself leaping obediently toward the doorway. He stopped just short of it, took a deep breath and huffed it out, took another, unnerve you: the kindergarten kid called in to see the principal. He let another bellow bounce off him as he blew out the second breath, straightened his jacket and tie, and walked in as an engineer applying for a position should. "Mr. Lexington?" he said. "I'm Peter Manners. The Association—" "What can you do?" asked Lexington abruptly. Peter started, opened his mouth to answer, closed it again. He'd been jolted too often in too short a time to be stampeded into blurting a reply that would cost him this job. "Good," said Lexington. "Only a fool would try to answer that. Do you Peter looked for a hidden trap, found none. "Of course. Isn't everyone?" "Less than you think," Lexington said. "It's the preconceived notions they're interested in protecting. At least I won't have to beat them out of you." Peter blinked. "Sir?" "That guff about receiving training instead of wages!" said Lexington. "Well, nothing we did on the course involved higher mathematics," Peter "I worked my way through," said Peter stiffly. Peter considered his answer carefully. Every man the Association had sent had been turned away. That meant bluffs didn't work. Neither, he'd seen for himself, did allowing himself to be intimidated. "I hadn't thought about it," he said. "I suppose it wouldn't have been easy." "Why'd you leave?" Lexington pursued, unrelenting. "Well," said Lexington unexpectedly, "there Peter straightened up and met the old man's challenging gaze. "That and whether you're giving me a hard time just for the hell of it." "Well, am I?" Lexington demanded. Peter had the startling feeling that Lexington was rooting for him! So suddenly that it was almost like a collapse, the tension went out of the old man's face and shoulders. He nodded with inexpressible "Very good," said Lexington. "Most people only notice the automatic disorganized machinery, Peter noticed that the factory lights high overhead followed their progress, turning themselves on in advance of their coming, and going out after they had passed, keeping a pool relaxed position that somehow indicated readiness. Lexington went over to one of them and patted it lovingly. "Really, of the arms rose to the handkerchief in his breast pocket and daintily tugged it into a more attractive position. It took only a split second, to attend to mysterious duties of their own. Peter tore his eyes away from them in time to see the look of frustrated embarrassment that crossed Lexington's face, only to be replaced by one of anger. He said nothing, however, and led Peter to Peter followed numbly as Lexington led him through a maze of machines, exact knowledge of what they were doing and the most efficient way of doing it. He wondered what would happen if one of them tried to use the same aisle they were using. He pictured a futile attempt to escape the exit, but his apprehension was unnecessary. The machines seemed to know where they were and avoided the two men, or stopped to wait for them to go by. asked Peter, trying to shake off the feeling of open amazement that "I don't even do those things, except for a few letters that come in every week that—it doesn't want to deal with by itself." The shock of what he had just seen was showing plainly on Peter's face when they walked back into Lexington's office and sat down. Lexington looked at him for quite a while without saying anything, his face sagging and pale. Peter didn't trust himself to speak, and let the silence remain unbroken. "They could have had it years ago, if they'd been willing to drop their idiotic notions about specialization." Lexington mopped his forehead with a large white handkerchief. Apparently the walk through the factory had tired him considerably, although it hadn't been strenuous. He leaned back in his chair and began to talk in a low voice completely in contrast with the overbearing manner he had used upon Peter's one of my competitors. It wasn't too long before I saw that the only way I could get ahead was to open up on my own." Lexington sank deeper in his chair and stared at the ceiling as he myself, always concentrating on replacing men with machines. But it wasn't very successful. I found that the more automatic I made my plant, the lower my costs went. The lower my costs went, the more Lexington scowled. "I got sick of it. I decided to try developing one multi-purpose control circuit that would control everything, from ordering the raw materials to shipping the finished goods. As I told but I began to see that I could develop circuitry that could remember, compare, detect similarities, and so on. Not the way they do it today, activity that I'd already established." Here Lexington frowned. "It didn't work worth a damn! It just sat there and did nothing. I couldn't understand it for the longest time, and every order, to be fed into the memory banks. That did it." "I—I don't understand," stammered Peter. "Simple! Whenever I was pleased that things were going smoothly, I logic circuits were concerned. Its object was to get me to press that button. Every day I'd press it at the same time, unless things weren't going well. If there had been trouble in the shop, I'd press it late, or maybe not at all. If all the orders were out on schedule, or ahead of time, I'd press it ahead of time, or maybe twice in the same day. Pretty soon the machine got the idea. "I'll never forget the day I picked up an incoming order form from one When Lexington beamed, Peter felt a surge of relief. Talking with this man was like walking a tightrope. A word too much or a word too little might mean the difference between getting the job or losing it. "Exactly!" whispered Lexington, in an almost conspiratorial tone. "I had altered the circuitry of the machine so that it tried to give me pleasure—because by doing so, its own pleasure circuit would be activated. "Things went fast from then on. Once I realized that the machine was learning, I put TV monitors all over the place, so the machine could watch everything that was going on. After a short while I had Peter looked at his, which was eggshell thin, fluted with carving and Peter searched for a comment, found none that fitted this odd outburst, so he kept silent. Lexington stared at his cup without touching it for a long while. Then Handling the cup as if it were going to shatter at any moment, he took a gulp. "I began to see that the machine could understand the written but how can you object on a point like that to a machine? Bear in mind that I had to be careful to behave reasonably at all times, because the machine was still learning from me, and I was afraid that any tantrums I threw might be imitated." "It sounds pretty awkward," Peter put in. "You don't know the half of it! As time went on, I had less and less to do, and business-wise I found that the entire control of the operation "It sounds wonderful, sir," said Peter, feeling dazzled. seen, and I remember it as if it just happened. 'MR. A LEXINGTON, LEX

<question>:
How did Peter approach his conversations with Lexington?

<options>:
A He covered many of the details of his background to hopefully get himself hired
B He dutifully took notes to be able to report what he found out
C He was cautious to be humble and honest with his answers
D He carefully mirrored his behavior to not upset him

<answer>:

C