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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globe over the top of his hairless blue skull. He pulled the globe brings you the first native Martian to appear on the dreamwaves—Gavir awaited the moment when his thoughts would be transmitted to millions of Earthmen. Malcomb told how he had been struck by Gavir's intelligence and missionary-taught ability to speak Earth's language, and had decided to bring Gavir to Earth. The moderator turned to Gavir. "Are you anxious to get back to Mars?" Mars was where Gavir's father had been pinned, bayonets through his father had tried to organize resistance to the Corporation. Mars was where the magic powers of the Earthmen and the helplessness of the Martian tribes would always protect the head of MDC from Gavir's vengeance. his fist against his forehead. "Well, enough of that!" the moderator said briskly. "How about singing one of your tribal songs for us?" Gavir said, "I will sing the Song of Going to Hunt himself up from the divan, and, feet planted wide apart, threw back his head and began to howl. He was considered a poor singer in his tribe, and he was not surprised that Malcomb and the moderator winced. But Malcomb had told him that it wouldn't matter. The dreamees receiving the dreamcast would hear Everything that Gavir saw and heard and felt in his mind, the dreamees of the camp as the shriveled Martian sun struck the tops of the Shakam Crouching behind crumbling red rocks, racing over flat expanses of orange sand, the hunter sought traces of the seegee, the great slow desert beast whose body provided his tribe with all the essentials of claws, to grasp and tear its prey. It was larger, stronger, faster than the hunter. The thin Martian air carried weirdly high-pitched the drock, for it showed that the Desert Man and not the drock, was program was upon him. about the Martian Development Corporation that were libelous! I got the whole thing—the Barrier, the guards, the labor pools and mines, Malcomb said, "You can't expect an untrained young Martian to control At this a sudden change came over the producer. The standard Earth nerve-wracking business. If it weren't for Ethical Conditioning, I Malcomb smiled. "Ethical Conditioning Keeps Society from Fissioning." the fear of MDC, with hunger and the hopeless desire to find and kill Now he had an opportunity to learn more about the universe of the Earthmen. Despite Malcomb's orders, he was going to find a seller of books. civilization is explained in books." Gavir wanted to learn. It was his only hope to find an alternative to the short, fear-ridden, Earthmen—godlike beings in their perfect health and their impregnable benignity—through the streets of the city. Platforms of force raised shadows of hunched buildings. A half-dozen Earthmen approached him, stopped and stared. Gavir stared back. The Earthmen wore black garments and furs and metal ornaments. The biggest of them wore a black suit, a long black cape, and a broad-brimmed black hat. He carried a coiled whip in one hand. The Earthmen turned to one another. "A Martian." "Let's give pain and death to the Martian! It will be a new experience—one to savor." "Take pain, Martian!" The Earthman with the black hat raised his arm, and the long heavy He began to enjoy it. It was rare that a Martian had an opportunity to knock Earthmen down. The mood of the Song of Going to Hunt came over pursue them. He walked forward and picked up his narvoon, and saw that told me that Earthmen are good and peace-loving, that there have been no acts of violence on Earth for many decades. You have told me that only the MDC men are exceptions, because they are living off Earth, and this somehow makes them different." "Well, those people you ran into are another exception." "Why?" "You know about the Regeneration and Rejuvenation treatment we have here on Earth. A variation of it was given you to acclimate you to Earth's gravity and atmosphere. Well, since the R&amp R treatment was developed, we Earthmen have a life-expectancy of about one hundred fifty years. Those people who attacked you were Century-Plus. They are over a hundred years old, but as healthy, physically, as ever." "What is wrong with them?" "They seem to have outgrown their Ethical Conditioning. They live wildly. Violently. It's a problem without precedent, and we don't know "Why not punish them?" said Gavir. "They're too powerful. They are often people who've pursued successful careers and acquired a good deal of property and position. And there are getting to be more of them all the time. But come on. You and I Hoppy Davery, executive vice-president in charge of production. Scion of one of Earth's oldest space-port. He was youthful in appearance, as were all Earthmen, but a He pointed a rigid finger at Malcomb and Gavir. "I want you two to "That Martian boy has power. That song was a fist in the jaw. More!" "If you let that boy go back to Mars I'll never dream a Global program "Do you have to wear that barbaric face-paint?" Hoppy turned sad eyes she were somehow going to attack them. "See?" said Hoppy to Gavir. "The Century-Plus mentality. You've got something they go for. Undoubtedly because you're—forgive me—such a complete barbarian. That's what they're all trying to be." Gavir thought. "Perhaps you would like the Song of Creation ." "It's part of a fertility rite," Malcomb explained. Song of Creation next morning. "Best response I've ever seen! The Century-Plussers have been rioting Spurling, president of the Martian Development Corporation." Earthmen. Here was the man who had ordered his father crucified! Yet he had managed to hide his instant desire to strike, to kill, to carry battered face. "I'm told you got talent. Okay, but a Bluie is a Bluie. snapped, "Disgusting! An Earth woman and a Bluie! If you were on Mars, You're back in civilization where we do what we damned well please." Spurling laughed. "I've heard about you Century-Plussers. You're all concentration camp you run on Mars. Coming, Gavir?" glowing, rippling surface. The flames swept aside, revealing a what I "How do you chase nothing?" you. Since then you have captured my imagination. I now hold you to be not like a Martian woman, but he found the differences exciting and hundred years old. In the months that followed, Gavir's fame spread over Earth. By Gavir toured the world with Sylvie, mobbed everywhere by worshipful Century-Plussers. Male Century-Plussers by the millions adopted blue doublets and blue kilts in honor of their hero. Song of Complaint . It was an ancient song, a Desert Man's outcry against injustice, enemies, false friends and callous leaders. It was a protest against sufferings that could neither be borne nor prevented. At the climax of the song Gavir pictured a tribal chief who refused to make fair division of the spoils of a hunt with his warriors. Gradually he money. Say something nice about me on your next dreamcast, for my mind even though they have nothing to do with me." Hoppy shook his head. "That's because you haven't had Ethical Conditioning. We don't have this trouble with our other performers. Song of the Blood Feud . He pictured a Desert Man whose father had been killed by a drock. They went to Lucifer Grotto, where Gavir's wealthiest admirers among Mars, Bluie, and you're out hunting a drock. And you find one, only contrivance of dark brown wood and black metal tubing cradled in his

<question>:
What could Martians symbolize?

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A Emigrants
B Europeans
C They do not symbolize anything
D Indigenous peoples

<answer>:

D