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

<passage>:
"Don't know. Help me up." Between them he managed to struggle to his feet. He winced. He said, "My name's Jonathan Fawkes. I'm a space pilot with Universal. What happened? I feel like I'd been poured out of a concrete mixer." She pointed to the wreck of a small space freighter a dozen feet away. survived at all. He scratched his head. "I was running from Mars to Jupiter with a load of seed for the colonists." "Oh!" said the girl, biting her lips. "Your co-pilot must be in the wreckage." He shook his head. "No," he reassured her. "I left him on Mars. He had an attack of space sickness. I was all by myself that was the trouble. I'd stay at the controls as long as I could, then lock her on her course and snatch a couple of hours' sleep. I can remember crawling into my bunk. The next thing I knew you were bending over me." He paused. "I guess the automatic deflectors slowed me up or I would have "I don't know." "You don't know!" He almost forgot his self-consciousness in his "I was going to explain," he heard her say. "We think that we are on an asteroid." "We?" he looked back at her. "Everybody thought your space ship hit a meteor," he said. "We hit this asteroid." "Has it been that long? We lost track of time." She didn't take her eyes off him, not for a second. Such attention made him acutely self your space ship. You had been thrown clear. You were lying all in a four miles," she said. "I think so," he said. Jonathan Fawkes fidgeted uncomfortably. He would rather pilot a space ship through a meteor field than face twenty-seven young women. They were the only thing in the Spaceways of which he was in awe. Then he after her stupidly. "Get down!" she reiterated in a furious voice. He let himself to his hands and knees. "Ouch!" he said. He felt like "Well, personally," she replied, "I never saw a Centaur until I was wrecked on this asteroid." She reached the ravine, crawled head foremost over the edge. Jonathan tumbled after her. He hit the bottom, package, crumpled it and hurled it to the ground. grip. "They'd kill you," she said. "I can sneak back," he insisted stubbornly. "They might loot the ship. I don't want to lose those cigarettes. I was hauling some good burley A third girl skidded around the bend in the canyon. Jonathan backed off warily. Ann Clotilde cried in anguish: "Don't let him get away!" bodily, started up the canyon chanting: " He was a rocket riding daddy from Mars. " He recognized it as a popular song of three years ago. "You won't try to get away?" said Ann. "No," he replied with as much dignity as he could summon while being held aloft by four barbarous young women. "Let him down," said Ann. "We can catch him, anyway, if he makes a break." Jonathan mistook them for horses. Then he saw that from the withers up like the neighing of horses. Amazons and centaurs, he thought again. He couldn't get the problem of the girls' phenomenal strength out of his mind. Then it occurred to him that the asteroid, most likely, was smaller even than Earth's back and forth. The centaurs galloped off into the prairie, the girls resumed their march. Jonathan scrambled up hills, skidded down slopes. The brunette was beside him helping him over the rough spots. ordeal. He would have sat down and refused to budge except that he knew the girls would hoist him on their shoulders and bear him into the camp like a bag of meal. The trail debouched into the valley. Just ahead the space liner reappeared. He imagined that it had crashed into the mountain, skidded and rolled down its side until it lodged beside the stream. It reminded him of a wounded dinosaur. Three girls were bathing in the stream. He looked away hastily. Someone hailed them from the space ship. "We've caught a man," shrieked one of his captors. "No. No," Ann Clotilde hastened to explain. "He was wrecked like us." into the ship," she said. "The man must be starved." seated before they took their places. He felt silly. He felt like a captive princess. All the confidence engendered by the familiar settings of the space ship went out of him like wind. He, Jonathan Fawkes, was a castaway on an asteroid inhabited by twenty-seven wild women. "Quiet!" She shrieked in her loud strident voice. "Let him be. He can't go anywhere for a few days. He's just been through a wreck. He needs Billy said, "How badly wrecked is your ship?" "Is there any possibility of repairing your ship?" repeated Billy. movement pulled his muscles like a rack. Furthermore, an overpowering lassitude was threatening to pop him off to sleep before their eyes. Jonathan dragged himself back from the edge of sleep. "Just tired," he mumbled. "Haven't had a good night's rest since I left Mars." Indeed it was only by the most painful effort that he kept awake at all. His eyelids drooped lower and lower. sleepy child, bore him tenderly up an incline and into a stateroom, where they deposited him on the bed. "and I'll make me another pair out of your hides. They set me back a week's salary." Having delivered himself of this ultimatum, he went back to sleep. The next day found Jonathan Fawkes hobbling around by the aid of a cane. At the portal of the space ship, he stuck out his head, glanced all around warily. None of the girls were in sight. They had, he years before they were rescued. As a last resort, he supposed, he could hide out in the hills or join the centaurs. He rather fancied himself galloping across the plains forgotten his sore muscles. "I forgot," said Ann Clotilde in a contrite voice. She tried to rise. "You're hurt." He pulled her back down. "Not so you could notice it," he grinned. relaxation of a smoke. There was, he remembered, a carton of cigarettes at the wreck. He resumed his flight, but at a more sober pace. At the spot where he and Ann had first crawled away from the centaurs, he scrambled out of the gulley, glanced in the direction of his space wreck of his own. Across its gleaming monaloid hull ran an inscription surprise at Jonathan. A third man ran from the cruiser, a Dixon Ray Rifle in his hand. "I'm Jonathan Fawkes," said the castaway as he panted up, "pilot for Universal. I was wrecked." when we sighted the wreck." in the space lanes," said Doctor Boynton. "You don't possibly expect to be picked up before then!" Jonathan laughed outright. "You are sure you won't return, young man?" He shook his head. They argued, they cajoled, but Jonathan was adamant. He said, "You might report my accident to Universal. Tell them to stop one of their Jupiter-bound freighters here when the asteroid swings back in the space ways. I'll have a load for them."

<question>:
What is the most likely reason that Johnathan's ship crashed?

<options>:
A Because it was on autopilot and it must've encountered complications that he wasn't able to attend to since he was asleep in his bunk.
B Because he was so exhausted from flying nonstop, with only a few hours of sleep on autopilot, that he fell asleep at the controls.
C Because the asteroid unexpectedly swung into the spaceway and the ship was going so fast that he wasn't able to avoid the crash even though he slowed the craft down.
D Because his jealous co-pilot tampered with the autopilot settings and then feigned spacesick in hopes that Johnathan would crash while on autopilot.

<answer>:

A