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

<passage>:
HOW TO MAKE FRIENDS By JIM HARMON Illustrated by WEST Manet thumbed through the manual in mechanical frustration. As he did Manet just didn't know when to stop! William Manet was alone. teaching himself classes in philosophy consisting of interminable Manet gave one final spurt from the flesh-sprayer and stood back. Manet stepped forward, lifted the model's left eyelid, tweaked his nose. As the device twisted as handily as good intentions, Manet realized Manet stared at the tiny wreck. "To say the least." No one on Earth was as lonely as William Manet, and even William Manet "They all say that." Manet was Atmosphere Seeder Station 131-47's own human. All Manet had to do was sit in the beating aluminum heart in the middle of the chalk desert and stare out, chin cupped in hands, at the flat, Manet felt nothing more at this information than an esthetic pleasure flat pavement of dirty talcum, at the stars gleaming as hard in the black sky as a starlet's capped teeth ... stars two of which were moons and one of which was Earth. He had to do nothing else. The whole gimcrack was cybernetically controlled, entirely automatic. No one was "I am not your friend." "No?" isolate themselves in a useless job. They got, instead, William Manet "What's so bad about that?" Manet asked with some interest. I've seen that you will always keep your friends. wonderful opportunities. It gave William Manet an opportunity to think he saw a spaceship making " Manet suspected hallucination, but in an existence with all the pallid So Manet put on the pressure suit he had been given because he would never need it, and marched out to meet the visiting spaceship. He wasn't quite clear how he came from walking effortlessly across Manet's eyes wondered down to heavy water tumbler full of rich, amber "That's what I'm trying to tell you," Manet said irritably, his social me exactly. Trader Tom Service—Serving the Wants of the Spaceman Between the Stars. Of course, 'stars' is poetic. Any point of light in the sky in a star. We service the planets." Manet took the tumbler in both hands and drank. It was good whiskey, immensely powerful. "The government wouldn't pay for somebody serving spaceship. It takes a combine of nations." "But remember only that businessmen are reactionary. It's well-known. ? My businessmen have gone back to the barter system. Between them, they have the raw materials, the trained men, the man-hours to make a spaceship. So they "I don't believe you," Manet stated flatly. His conversation had grown planets? What could you give us that a benevolent government doesn't already supply us with? And if there was anything, how could we pay for it? My year's salary wouldn't cover the transportation costs of this Manet finished the mellow whiskey and looked into the glass. It seemed . I am a trader—Trader Tom. I trade with many parties. There are, for example ... extraterrestrials." "Folk legend!" "On the contrary, the cosmos if it were known they were dealing confiscation without representation. Come, tell me what you want." Manet gave in to it. "I want to be not alone," he said. Manet handed back the pen and stared at the laminated card in his hand. "What's the cost?" Manet asked. "Before I accept it, I have to know the Manet didn't open the box. He let it fade quietly in the filtered but Manet puttered around the spawning monster, trying to brush the copper Finally, Manet woke up one morning. He lay in the sheets of his bunk, crumbled as easily as ideals. But Manet was old enough to remember the Manet opened the book and, turning one blank page, found the title . Manet tried to flip past this Manet flipped back to page one. Cheerfulness was a personality trait Manet had thumbed out for him. Cheerful. Submissive. Co-operative. Manet had selected these factors in "Only in the air," Manet corrected him. Intelligence was one of the factors Manet had punched to suppress. any more than Manet, but he could (and did) know less. He had seen to Manet knew it all. He had heard it all before. Manet had been interested in the Fabulous Forties—Lt. "Hoot" Gibson, Manet's only consolidation was that Ronald's tastes were lower than his Manet blocked it deftly and threw a right cross. Manet stepped inside the swing and lifted an uppercut to the ledge of "Had enough?" he asked Manet. Manet dropped his fists to his sides and turned away. "Yes." Manet scrunched up inside himself in impotent fury. Manet's eyes orbitted towards the checkerboard. But if he were so much more stupid than he, Manet, why was it that their checker games always ended in a tie? The calendar said it was Spring on Earth when the radio was activated for a high-speed information and entertainment transmission. The buzzer-flasher activated in the solarium at the same time. Manet lay stretched out on his back, naked, in front of the transparent By rolling his eyes back in his head, Manet could see over a hedge of Communication. He padded down the rib-ridged matted corridor, taking his usual small pleasure in the kaleidoscopic effect of the spiraling reflections on quietly. He had been waiting in vain for Ronald to run down ever since. In Communication, he took a seat and punched the slowed down playback of the transmission. "Hello, Overseers," the Voice said. It was the Voice of the B.B.C. It irritated Manet. He never understood how the British had got the space transmissions assignment for the English language. He would have preferred an American disk-jockey himself, one who appreciated New York swing. "We imagine that you are most interested in how long you shall be required to stay at your present stations," said the Voice of God's paternal uncle. "As you on Mars may know, there has been much discussion as to how long it will require to complete the present Finally, Manet went back to the solarium and dragged the big box out. Manet selected the ripple-finished gray-covered manual from the Manet opened the book to the chapter headed: Veronica crept up behind Manet and slithered her hands up his back and Manet folded his arms stoically and added: "Please don't talk." Manet elbowed Veronica away in a gentlemanly fashion. even before the last of the jet pilots." "Don't be silly," she snapped. "If it were over, I'd know about it, less equipped with Manet's own store of information, than Ronald. constituted appropriate "feminine" characteristics. "I suppose," he said heavily, "that you would like me to take you back to Earth and introduce you to Daniel Boone?" "Oh, yes." Ronald's cries grew louder as Manet marched Veronica through the corridor. "Hear that?" he inquired, smiling with clenched teeth. through sepulchrally. "Shut up!" Manet yelled. The voice dwindled stubbornly, then cut off. comfort in the sound of an almost human voice echoing through the station. Manet threw back the bolt and wheeled back the hatch. Ronald didn't say anything to Manet. "You," Manet said to Veronica with a shove in the small of the back, "Do you know what I'm going to do with you?" Manet demanded. "I'm going Manet slammed the hatch in disgust. Manet walked carefully down the corridor, watching streamers of Manet giggled. "What? What was that? Do you suggest that I take you diligently, Manet concluded that there weren't enough parts left in the

<question>:
What are Manet’s duties at his station?

<options>:
A He has no duties at his outpost
B Conduct experiments to seed the atmosphere with oxygen
C Conduct experiments with building materials to colonize Mars
D Record communications from distant stars

<answer>:

A