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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Cob looked away. "I thought that you and she ... well, I thought that Stand by for T.R.S. Aphrodite By ALFRED COPPEL, JR. no . Ivy's a nice girl ... but...." He paused and sighed. "Since she was promoted to her father's old rank ... well...." He shrugged. "Who wants a wife that ranks you?" Strike cursed Space Admiral Gorman and all his ancestors with a wealth of feeling. Then he motioned wearily to his companion, and together Aphrodite loomed unhappily into the thick air above the two men as they reached the Senior Lieutenant Coburn Whitley—"Cob" to his friends—nodded in with the poison personality." Cob was the Aphrodite's Executive, and he had been with her a full year ... which was a record for Execs on the Aphrodite . She generally sent them Earthside with nervous breakdowns in half that time. "Tell me, Captain," continued Cob curiously, "how does it happen Strike sighed. "Well, now, Cob, I'll tell you. You'll be spacing with operators. Seven generations of officers and gentlemen. Lousy with "From such humble beginnings do great traditions grow. But something happened when I came into the picture. I don't fit with the rest of them. Call it luck or temperament or what have you. "So you've heard about it." Strike shook his head sadly. "My tactical Cob Whitley looked admiringly at his new Commander. "That was the night "Strike's the name, Cob." Whitley's smile was expansive. "Strike, I think you're going to like Aphrodite's . "She'll Cob nodded agreement. "The last of her class." Incident. She had been designed primarily for atomics, with a planner's view. In those days, interstellar astrogation was in its formative stage, and at the time of the Aphrodite's launching the surge-circuit was hailed as the very latest in space drives. for her, and every silver-braided admiral in the Fleet had dreamed of hoisting his flag on one of her class. There had been three. The , the Andromeda , and the prototype ... old Aphrodisiac. The The eager officers commanding the three monitors had found the circuit too appealing to their hot little hands. They used it ... in some way, wrongly. The Artemis exploded. The And the Aphrodite's starboard tubes blew, causing her to spend her store of vicious energy spinning like a Fourth of July pinwheel under The Aphrodite was refitted for space. And because it was an integral part of her design, the circuit was rebuilt ... and sealed. She became a workhorse, growing more cantankerous with each passing year. She to it that she did.... The Officer of the Deck, a trim blonde girl in spotless greys saluted smartly as Strike and Cob stepped through the valve. Strike felt vaguely uncomfortable. He knew, of course, that at least a Fleet was female, but he had never actually had women on board a ship Cob sensed his discomfort. "That was Celia Graham, Strike. Ensign. Strike shook his head. "Don't like women in space. They make me uncomfortable." Cob shrugged. "Celia's the only officer. But about a quarter of our ratings are women." He grinned maliciously. "Equal rights, you know." "No doubt," commented the other sourly. "Is that why they named this ... ship 'Aphrodite'?" of chrome piping to the main control panels. Strike sank into an Strike stretched his long legs out on the steel deck. "A Lieutenant The other officers of the T.R.S. Aphrodite were in conference with the Captain when Cob and the girl at his side reached the flying obvious trimness of her figure. Strike's back was toward the bulkhead, and he was addressing the others. "Come in, Cob." Strike's dark brows knit at the sight of the uniformed Cob's face was sober, but hidden amusement was kindling behind his Strike looked blankly at the girl. may be able to Strike was perplexed, and he showed it. "Why, certainly ... uh ... A week in space had convinced Strike that he commanded a jinx ship. Aphrodite had burned a steering tube through, and it had been necessary to go into free-fall Officer, were sweating out the unforeseen changes introduced into the orbital calculations by the time spent in free-fall. The Aphrodite For all the tension between the occupants of the flying-bridge, Strike and Ivy Hendricks worked well together. And after a second week in space, a reluctant admiration was replacing the resentment between them. Ivy spent whatever time she could spare tinkering with her spent a lot of time at the controls, and Strike was forced to admit that he had never seen a finer job of piloting done by man or woman. And finally, Ivy hated old Brass-bottom Gorman even more than Strike did. She felt that Gorman had ruined her father's career, and she was dedicating her life to proving her father right and Brass-bottom wrong. There's nothing in the cosmos to nurture friendship like a common enemy. Aphrodite's refrigeration insignia of rank vanished. The men dressed in fiberglass shorts and spaceboots, sweat making their naked bodies gleam like copper under the IFF showed the pips to be the Lachesis and the Atropos . The two dreadnaughts were engaged in coronary research patrol ... a purely was Celia Graham's notation that the Atropos carried none other than Strike thought it a pity that old Brass-bottom couldn't fall into And she agreed. thermometer stood at 135° and tempers were snapping. Cob and Celia weight and balance. Ivy went about her work on the bridge without speaking, and Strike made no attempt to brighten her sudden depression. womanhood. The ratings were grumbling about the food.... Lachesis . The Atropos had a line on the sister dreadnaught and was valiantly power of the Lachesis' the chance I've been praying for, Strike!" "That's very nice, Lieutenant," commented Cob drily. "And I know that "Let me understand you, Ivy," said Strike in a flat voice. "What you trained men. Father told them that! And I'm trained! I can take her in and save those ships!" Her expression turned to one of disgust. "Or are Strike turned to Cob. "What do you say, Cob? Shall we make it hotter in Strike turned to Cob. "Have the gun-crews stand by to relieve the "Take over Control ... and Ivy...." "Yes?" Lachesis and the Atropos fission chambers fusing under the terrific heat of splitting atoms. flying-bridge, Strike and Ivy Hendricks watched the stricken ships in for breath in the oven hot compartment. Strike watched her with together. Aphrodite's comparison. Ivy fought her reeling senses and the bucking ship as the slack came " Strike was beside her, cradling her head in his arm. show ... after ... all." Strike laid her gently in an acceleration chair and turned toward the old Lover-Girl's vitals came a low whine. He fed more power into the Cob's voice came through the squawk-box, soberly. "Strike, Celia's "We're trying, Cob!" shouted Strike over the whine of the circuit. The Atropos , Lachesis , and old Aphrodisiac ... lashed together and drifting in space. Every man and woman aboard out cold from the acceleration, and Aphrodite's tanks bone dry. But they The orchestra was subdued, the officer's club softly lighted. Cob Cob? Something's eating you."

<question>:
How do Cob and Strike come to appreciate women of rank through the story?

<options>:
A They vow to have more women working in their teams
B They choose to work on Aphrodite permanently
C Their minds aren’t changed
D They take on understudies to further promote equality

<answer>:

C