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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were to destroy everything that was noble and sticking at full transparency—well, I won't go through the whole sorry "All right, whatever you say." It was just one of those days. Everybody gets them. Days when you're lucky in you make it to nightfall with no bones broken. But of all times for it to happen! For literally months I'd been mind to do it—to propose to Linda. I'd called her second thing this morning—right after the egg yolk—and invited myself down to her place. "Ten o'clock," she'd said, smiling sweetly at me out of the phone. She knew why I wanted to talk to her. And when Linda said ten Don't get me wrong. I don't mean that Linda's a perfectionist or a fixation on that one subject of punctuality. The result of her job, again. "Now, then," he said. "If you know it doesn't make any sense for were invariably punctual. If an ore-sled didn't return on time, no one years, Linda quite naturally was a bit obsessed. I remember one time, shortly after we'd started dating, when I arrived at her place five killed. She couldn't visualize anything less than that keeping me from arriving at the designated moment. When I told her what actually had straight down to slag—I kept going over and over my prepared proposal protect me." Romantic Approach: "Darling, I can't live without you at the moment. Temporarily, I'm madly in love with you. I want to share my life with you for a while. Will you be provisionally mine?" I even had a Straightforward Approach: "Linda, I'm going to be needing a wife for at least a year or two, and I can't think of anyone I would rather spend that time with than you." Actually, though I wouldn't even have admitted this to Linda, much less to anyone else, I loved her in more than a Non-P way. But even if we both had been genetically desirable (neither of us were) I knew that Linda relished her freedom and independence too much to ever contract for any kind of marriage other than Non-P—Non-Permanent, No Progeny. So I rehearsed my various approaches, realizing that when the time came I would probably be so tongue-tied I'd be capable of no more than a blurted, "Will you marry me?" and I struggled with zippers and how much radiation had been released by the Atom War. But I wanted Linda lived down on the hundred fortieth floor, thirteen stories away. It never took more than two or three minutes to get to her place, so I that traveled between the hundred thirty-third floor and the hundred sixty-seventh floor, where it was possible to make connections for either the next local or for the express. So it couldn't be more than would come after all? Or hurry back to the apartment and call Linda, to Ten more seconds, and still no elevator. I chose the second apartment. I dialed Linda's number, and the screen lit up with white Of course! Linda expected me at any moment. And she knew what I wanted three times before I realized I was hurting myself more than I was "The-elevator-is-disconnected." She said it very rapidly, as though she "We-will-resume-service-as-soon-as-possible," she rattled. My bellowing She blinked, open-mouthed. "Ruined your life?" than before. "I was on my way," I explained, "to propose to a girl whom I dearly love. In every way but one, she is the perfect woman. Do you understand me?" She nodded, wide-eyed. I had stumbled on a romantic, though I was too a fixation about punctuality. And I was supposed to meet her at ten marry me, she won't even speak to me! Not now! Not after this!" revealing a cleavage that I was too distraught at the moment to pay hardly help but take note of her cleavage. She whispered, "They're "We-will-resume-service-as-soon-as-possible." Click. Blank screen. that lax, the Project was doomed, force-screen or no. Who knew how many no reality for me. The Project, after all, was self-sufficient and threat of other projects had never been more for me—or for most other radiation-proof cars, hoping to get safely within another project and explosion and the Treaty of Oslo. The population explosion, of course, meant that there was continuously more and more people but never any And the Treaty of Oslo. It seems there was a power-struggle between two sets of then-existing vertical) and both sets were equipped with atomic weapons. The Treaty of Oslo began by stating that atomic war was unthinkable, and added did think of the war, both sides adhered to the Treaty of Oslo, which atomic weapons all over the place. After the war almost the whole However, what with all of the And so life went on, with little to remind us of the dangers lurking Outside. The basic policy of Eternal Vigilance and Instant Preparedness "The radiation level," he went on, "is way down. It's practically as were our safeguards only so long as all potential enemies were on the I sat shaken, digesting this news, until suddenly I remembered Linda. elevator, praying that the spy had been captured by now and that Linda would agree with me that a spy in the elevator was good and sufficient down from landing to landing. I myself hadn't set foot on a flight of required a complete set of stairs in every building constructed in the all. It was only thirteen flights to Linda's floor. At sixteen steps a flight, that meant two hundred and eight steps. Could I descend two hundred and eight steps for my true love? I could. It would, though reluctantly. Who knew how many years it had been since difficulty. ONLY KEEP LOCKED didn't I had to clear my throat before I could speak. "All the way down," I perhaps four flights down, a squealing which could be nothing but the Once the door was closed behind us, he visibly relaxed, sagging against said, "Don't try it. I don't want to kill you. I don't want to kill silly heroics, nothing will happen to you." "Yes." "Two cups is fine," he said. "One for each of us." reminded me again of Linda. From the looks of things, I wasn't going to get to her place. By now she was probably in mourning for me "What do you do for a living?" of course, but I'd heard enough about ore-sled dispatching from Linda to be able to maintain the fiction should he question me further about He was quiet for a moment. "What about radiation level on the "Of course not," I told him. I was on secure ground now, with Linda's "No. Why should we?" "To find out how far the radiation level outside has dropped." "For what? Who cares about that?" He frowned bitterly. "The same answer," he muttered, more to himself your caves and you're ready to stay in them forever." "I'll tell you this," he said belligerently. "A lot longer than it desirable definitely it as though it were a finger, not a gun. "Listen, you," he snapped. ! The moon first, and then he was also a lunatic. So I had two reasons for humoring him. I nodded "I'll tell you what happened! Just as he was about to make that first That's what he did!" saying, "Here's your coffee." "Of course," I said. He grinned bitterly, with one side of his mouth. "Of course. The damn adequate defense equipment. I chose to believe the Army over an enemy "Well, of course." "Well—" It was such a pointless question, it seemed silly to even "You bet it would," he said, with malicious glee. "All right, if that's

<question>:
What was the commitment to be made with Linda most like?

<options>:
A Friends who look after each other’s apartments when the other is gone
B Limited time partners with only two children allowed to control the population
C Limited time committed partners
D Lifetime partners with no children allowed

<answer>:

C