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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Putting people painlessly to sleep is really a depressing job. It keeps me awake at night thinking of all those bodies I have sent to the vaults, and it interferes to a marked extent with my digestion. I powers of deduction would have seen through him in an instant!" I saw Horbit and Paulson happily off in each other's company. Paulson was no longer bored by a reality in which he was matching wits with frighten me any more. I've put to sleep too many megalomaniacs, "Warden Walker, I've been following your career with considerable They wanted after—without me having to break the law and put them to sleep for to believe them. The stories gave them what they were "Tell me," Coleman said, crossing his legs, "what do you think of door, "when are you going to let me throw that stiff Coleman into the sleepy-bye vaults? He's still sitting in there on your furniture as "Of course, it's barbaric to think of a prison as a place of punishment," I continued. "A prison is a place to keep a criminal away from society for a specific time so he can't harm that society for that time. Punishment, rehabilitation, all of it is secondary to that. The purpose of confinement is confinement." is the most humane confinement possible?" any meaning for me. Councilman Coleman didn't look as if he had moved since I had left him. "I should think so," Coleman said emphatically. "Warden, don't you sometimes feel the old system where the prisoners had the diversions of riots, solitary confinement, television, and jailbreaks may have made time easier to serve? Do these men ever think they are actually "Coleman," I said, "you can get out of here. As warden, I'm granting living these vicarious adventures?" of yellow light. "I don't approve of your decision, Warden. Not at uneasy. "No, Councilman, they don't. They know they aren't really conscious of all the time that is being spent out of their real lives Alexander of Macedonia, Tarzan, Casanova, or Buffalo Bill. They are they know they have relatives and friends outside the dream. They know, "Tell me, Councilman, what happened to the offer to release me from "How do prisoners like that adjust to reality?" think they are having some kind of delusion. Many of them become schizoid and pretend to go along with reality while secretly 'knowing' "Yes, sir," I replied. "By letting the prisoner project his own alternatives to a situation, we can observe whether he is conforming to society to a larger extent." "I'm glad you said that, Walker," Councilman Coleman told me warmly. "As I said, I've been following your career closely, and if you "You don't want life as a Sleeper, do you?" I pursued. "You did want get through the next twenty-four-hour period as you have through He was telling me Hadn't I thought about it ever since I had been appointed warden and majesty. "I've always thought," I said, "that it would be a good idea to show a prisoner what the modern penal system was all about by giving him a prisoners might be a more effective form of investigation than mere "But Warden, sir, my psychiatrist said that I was unable to cope with reality. Come on now, Warden, you don't want a guy who can't cope with night when he was taking in His eyes narrowed, both of them, on the next twitch. "Warden, I can Horbit laughed. "Your files aren't infallible, Warden." "I'm going to make you go down to the vaults and put me back to sleep, Warden." "A confession that you accepted a bribe to put me back to sleep," all the others before him who had served long as warden of Dreamland. A few had quit while they were still ahead and spent the rest of their lives recuperating. Our society didn't produce individuals tough enough to stand the strain of putting their fellow human beings to sleep for long. blanket the pain from his broken wrist, and the man was quieter. "I couldn't have done it, Warden," Horbit mumbled drowsily. "I couldn't sleep sentence would be extended. Or was it that, in some sane part of "You have to send me back now, Warden," he was shrilling. "You have to! that's a crime! I have to be put to sleep!" on you to make you, and that makes him eligible. He couldn't lose, Warden. No, sir, he had it made." and brothers who demanded that their kin be Awakened because they were most of the time I just sat with my eyes propped open, letting a sea of vindictive screeching and beseeching wailings wash around me. The onetime inmate who wanted back in after a reprieve was fairly rare. "Warden," Paulson said, "I've decided to give myself up. I murdered a conscience, Warden. I never lie awake a minute whenever I kill be pretty dull for a red-blooded man of action." "Yes," Paulson said earnestly, "it does get to be a humdrum routine. a homicidal maniac who is offering to go back to the vaults of his own free will just because you lack a little trifling proof of his guilt." "Sure," I told him, "but I don't want to share the same noose with you. My job is to keep the innocent out and the convicted in. And I do my job, Paulson." "But you have to! If you don't, I'll have to go out and establish my guilt with another crime. Do you want a crime on your hands, Warden?" "Do you want to wait voluntarily in the detention quarters?" I asked disarray. "Naw, he ain't violent, Warden. He just thinks he's somebody important." "Sounds like a case for therapy, not Dreamland. Who does he think he is?" had been guilty of slight misuses of his authority: helping his friends, harming his enemies. Not enough to make him be impeached from the Committee. His job was so hypersensitive that if every transgression earned dismissal, no one could hold the position more than a day. Even with the best intentions, mistakes can be taken for sentences to be fixed by the warden. My predecessors had given him first a few weeks, then a few months of sleep in Dreamland. Coleman's eyes didn't frighten me only a Dream such as I imposed on my own prisoners could help him, I "Warden Walker," Coleman intoned in his magnificent voice, "I'm you know them, I am 'guilty' and must be confined." extreme, Warden." comfortable here for a time, Councilman?" Coleman smiled benignly. "Certainly, Warden." "Do you think you can pull the wool over my eyes, you scamp? Mine eyes go along with him. "Yes, sir. He—our leader—doubts your abilities as President. He is not above meddling in the affairs of an alien world if he believes he is doing good. He has convicted you to this world in that belief." He chuckled. "Many of my countrymen share his convictions." "Maybe," I said. "But many here do not. I don't. I know you must return to guide the Reconstruction. But first you must convince our leader of your worth." "How am I going to accomplish that?" Horbit asked worriedly. "You are going to have a companion from now on, an agent of the leader, who will pretend to be something he isn't. You must pretend to believe in what he claims to be, and convince him of your high intelligence, moral responsibilities, and qualities of leadership." "Yes," Horbit said thoughtfully, "yes. I must try to curb my tendency He bolted upright in his chair. "You're going to put me back to sleep."

<question>:
What does the warden think about the people he puts to sleep?

<options>:
A He wishes deeply to go to sleep himself to know what it’s like
B He thinks their sleep removes them from all knowing or pain of the real world
C He feels badly about it, but does not see what else could possibly be done
D He takes pride in feeling that he is serving his community

<answer>:

C