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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Mr. Meek Plays Polo Mr. Meek was having his troubles. First, the educated bugs worried him then the welfare worker tried to stop the Ring Rats' feud space-polo playerâ€”a fortune bet on his ability Ask About Educated Bugs. or twice he stumbled, hoping fervently he wouldn't get the feet of his 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 you got?" He swung his feet off the desk. "I ran into a swarm of pebbles," Meek confessed. "Not much more than dust, really, but the screen couldn't stop it all." He fumbled his hands self-consciously. "Awkward of me," he said. "It happens to the best of them," the mechanic consoled. "Saturn sweeps in clouds of the stuff. Thicker than hell when you reach the Rings. Lots of ships pull in with punctures. Won't take no time." Meek cleared his throat uneasily. "I'm afraid it's more than a puncture. A pebble got into the instruments. Washed out some of them." bring in a ship without all the instruments. Must have a honey of a navigator." "I haven't got a navigator," Meek said, quietly. about. There was another sign out there. Something about educated bugs." 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. about them bugs that make sense. Gus' rock is the only one they're on. 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 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 some of them are killed, you can't go messing around with that feud 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." "Like what?" asked Moe, fearing the worst. She missed the sarcasm. "Or spelling contests," she said. "Them fellow can't spell," insisted Moe. "Games of some sort, then. Competitive games." "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 could fix up some kind of game...." "Space polo," said Gus. "You shut your trap," snapped Gus. "She wants us to play games, don't she. Well, polo is a game. A nice, respectable game. Played in the best "It wouldn't be no nice, respectable game the way you fellows would play it," predicted Moe. "It would turn into mass murder. Wouldn't be one of you who wouldn't be planning on getting even with someone else, just naturally fall apart the first sharp turn they made. You can't play polo in ships tied up with haywire. Those broomsticks you ring-rats ride around on are so used to second rate fuel they'd split wide open first squirt of high test stuff you gave them." "You're prejudiced," Gus told Moe. "You just don't like space polo, "All we want to know," Gus told him, "is what you think of space polo." "Space polo," declared Meek, "is a noble game. It requires expert moss you ever clapped your eyes on." "Then you're the gentleman who has bugs," said Meek. "Now, look here," warned Gus, "you watch what you say or I'll hang one "He means your rock bugs," Moe explained, hastily. 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 to death heading for a spaceship. Got so I had to move over to another "Can't get near them, then," he said. "Sure you can," said Gus. "Why not?" 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 checker board, and now were settling down into their respective places preparatory to the start of another game. the pages, he stared, frowning, at the diagrams that covered them. None of the diagrams made sense. They showed the patterns of three other boards and the moves that had been made by the bugs in playing orbits like chips riding the crest of a raging flood. Men who endured loneliness, dared death when crunching orbits intersected or, when rickety spacecraft flared, who went mad with nothing to do, with the mockery of space before them. Meek shrugged his shoulders, almost upsetting himself. The bugs had started the game and Meek craned forward cautiously, watching eagerly, stylus poised above the notebook. Crawling clumsily, the tiny insect-like creatures moved about, solemnly popping in and out of holes. If there were opposing sides ... and if it were a game, there'd have 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. Then, as suddenly, all movement had ceased. And in another moment, they were on the move again, orderly again, but retracing their movements, going back several plays beyond the point of confusion. Just as one would do when one made a mistake working a mathematical problem ... going back to the point of error and going on again from there. had talked about the bugs playing games and so had Hamilton. That had Games! Those bugs weren't playing any game. They were solving mathematical equations! Meek leaned forward to watch, forgetting where he was. One of the stilts slipped out of position and Meek felt himself start to fall. He dropped the notebook and frantically clawed at empty space. was falling directly over the board on which the bugs were arrayed. before him. It was covered with the bugs. the same again. If we don't watch out, we'll find ourselves being polite to one another." "That would be awful," agreed Meek. 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." "Maybe these things do, too," Gus contended. The radio on the mantel blared a warning signal, automatically tuning in our own Saturnian system. A space polo game. To be played by two that make up the Inner Ring will go out into space in their rickety ships and fight it out. And ladies and gentlemen, when I say fight it out, I really mean fight it out. For the game, it seems, will be a sort of tournament, the final battle in a feud that has been going on in the Ring for years. No one knows what started the feud. It has gotten feud is taken up again. But that is at an end now. In a few days the feud will be played out to its bitter end when the ships from the Inner Ring go out into space to play that most dangerous of all sports, space polo. For the outcome of that game will decide, forever, the supremacy

<question>:
How might the space bugs interfere with the polo game?

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A They may latch on and burrow holes in space ships as they fly past
B They may use their quorum sensing to rig the game to favor sector twenty-three
C They are unlikely to interfere since they don’t appear to fly through space
D They may swarm and cause navigation problems to the competitors

<answer>:

C