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

<passage>:
bugs worried him Planet Stories Fall 1944. It added, as an afterthought, in shaky, inexpert lettering: We Fix Anything. wired to the standard just below the metal arm, but its legend was Ask About Educated Bugs. The other, according to the crudely painted legend smeared above its entrance lock, was the cumbersome spacesuit all tangled up. The gravity was slight, next to non-existent, and one who wasn't used to it had to take things easy and with angry, bright green patches. Even the bulky spacesuit failed to hide his stooped shoulders and slight frame. "I ran into a swarm of pebbles," Meek confessed. "Not much more than "It happens to the best of them," the mechanic consoled. "Saturn sweeps The mechanic glowed with sudden admiration. "I don't know who you are, mister," he declared, "but whoever you are, you're the best damn pilot "Afraid this job might take a while," he said. "Especially if we have about. There was another sign out there. Something about educated bugs." "Oh, them," said the mechanic. "They belong to Gus Hamilton. Maybe worse than that. Bugs dig themselves a batch of holes, then choose up figured out, they'd change the rules and throw him off again." "That doesn't make sense," protested Meek. "Stranger," declared the mechanic, solemnly, "there ain't nothing about them bugs that make sense. Gus' rock is the only one they're on. Gus thinks maybe the rock don't even belong to the Solar system. Thinks maybe it's a hunk of stone from some other solar system. Figures maybe it crossed space somehow and was captured by Saturn, sucked into the Ring. That would explain why it's the only one that has the bugs. They come along with it, see." come in sooner or later. Drops around regular, except when his in big batches. boys around here don't take to being uplifted and improved. They ain't worth it, either. Just ring-rats, that's all they are." "But those terrible feuds," she protested. "Fighting just because they live in different parts of the Ring. It's natural they might feel some rivalry, but all this killing! Surely they don't enjoy getting killed." "Sure they enjoy it," declared Moe. "Not being killed, maybe ... although they're willing to take a chance on that. Not many of them get killed, in fact. Just a few that get sort of careless. But even if didn't have their feud they'd plain die of boredom. They just got to have somebody to fight with. They been fighting, off and on, for years." "But they could fight with something besides guns," said the welfare lady, a-smirk with righteousness. "That's why I'm here. To try to get them to turn their natural feelings of rivalry into less deadly and disturbing channels. Direct their energies into other activities." "Tin shinny, maybe," suggested Moe, trying to be sarcastic. She missed the sarcasm. "Or spelling contests," she said. "Them fellow can't spell," insisted Moe. "Games of some sort, then. Competitive games." The inner door of the entrance lock grated open and a spacesuited figure limped into the room. The spacesuit visor snapped up and a brush of grey whiskers spouted into view. important." "Trouble! Hell, yes!" blustered Gus. "But I ain't the only one that's going to have trouble. Somebody sneaked over and stole the injector out who it was. There ain't but one other ring-rat got a rocket my injector "That's right," said Gus, "and I'm fixing to go over into Thirty-seven His eyes lighted on Miss Henrietta Perkins. "Visitor?" he asked. "Nope. From the welfare outfit. Aims to help you fellows out. Says "There's something in what she says," defended Moe. "You ring-rats been "Why, how wonderful," simpered Miss Perkins. "And you boys have the "And that ain't all," said Moe, warming to the subject. "Those crates ring-rats ride around on are so used to second rate fuel they'd split hair and dominated by a pair of outsize spectacles. "My opinion, sir," said Oliver Meek, "seldom amounts to much." "Then you're the gentleman who has bugs," said Meek. "He means your rock bugs," Moe explained, hastily. "Oh, them," said Gus. Drove me out of house and home, they did. They're dippy over metal. Any kind of metal, but alloys especially. Eat the stuff. They'll tromp you eat my shack right out from underneath my feet." "Can't get near them, then," he said. "Sure you can," said Gus. "Why not?" "Well, a spacesuit's metal and...." you have a pair of stilts." "Stilts?" "Yeah. Wooden stilts. Them danged fool bugs don't know what wood is. Seem to be scared of it, sort of. You can walk right among them if you want to, long as you're walking on the stilts." The bugs had dug a new set of holes, much after the manner of a Chinese out the game. Apparently, in each case, the game had been finished. The whole thing was squirrely. But, Meek told himself, it fitted in. The whole Saturnian system was wacky. The rings, for example. Debris of a moon smashed up by Saturn's pull? Sweepings of space? No one knew. distance, at the same time served Man. For here, on the Inner Ring, where they had become so diluted that ordinary space armor filtered them out, they made possible the medical magic of the famous radiation moss. One of the few forms of plant life found in the cold of space, the moss was nurtured by those mysterious radiations. Planted elsewhere, on kindlier worlds, it wilted and refused to grow. The radiations had been analyzed, Meek knew, and reproduced under laboratory conditions, but there still was something missing, some vital, elusive factor that And because Earth needed the moss to cure a dozen maladies and because rickety spacecraft flared, who went mad with nothing to do, with the mockery of space before them. The bugs had started the game and Meek craned forward cautiously, Crawling clumsily, the tiny insect-like creatures moved about, solemnly popping in and out of holes. to be ... they didn't seem to alternate the moves. Although, Meek admitted, certain rules and conditions which he had failed to note or recognize, might determine the number and order of moves allowed each side. Suddenly there was confusion on the board. For a moment a half-dozen of the bugs raced madly about, as if seeking the proper hole to occupy. Games! Those bugs weren't playing any game. They were solving was falling directly over the board on which the bugs were arrayed. before him. It was covered with the bugs. Gus shook the small wooden box thoughtfully, listening to the frantic the same again. If we don't watch out, we'll find ourselves being polite to one another." Gus inched the lid of the wooden box open. Meek rose and popped the bug inside. "I told you," Gus accused him, "that we hadn't got them all. You better into solid metal and pull the hole in after them, seems like. Sneakiest cusses in the whole dang system. Just like chiggers back on Earth." "Chiggers," Meek told him, "burrow into a person to lay eggs." "Next week," he said, "the annual Martian-Earth football game will be tonight another story has pushed even that famous classic of the that make up the Inner Ring will go out into space in their rickety

<question>:
Why are the bugs in this story special?

<options>:
A they can speak multiple languages
B they're able to paralyze people
C they're able to sing
D they have a different ability that makes them special

<answer>:

D