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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THE GIRL IN HIS MIND By ROBERT F. YOUNG Blake nodded. "If you are free." bottle of native whiskey at the bar, Blake went out into the Dubhe 4 Blake nodded. "And you?" She laughed. "I am here because I live here," she said. He tried to assimilate the information, but could not. Perceiving his difficulty, the girl went on, "My parents indentured themselves to the Dubhe 4. They died of yellow-water dysentery before their indenture ran out, and in accordance with Interstellar Law I was auctioned off along with the rest of their possessions. Eldoria bought me." Five years as a roving psycheye had hardened Blake to commercial nevertheless, he found the present example of man's inhumanity to man sickening. "How old are you?" Blake asked. "Fourteen." "And what are you going to be when you grow up?" "I see," Blake said. He indicated the book on her lap. "Homework?" "Xenophon," Blake said. "And I suppose Plato too." "And Homer and Virgil and Aeschylus and Euripides and all the rest of "Nathan," Blake said. "Nathan Blake." flamed in Blake's cheeks, and for a moment he considered leaving the little one," she said, laying her hand upon his knee. "She will not enter." "It's not that so much," Blake said. notoriously steep. Blake was breathing hard when he reached the crest. image extended for no more than half a mile, but Blake was annoyed had, for twelve years as a psycheye had taught Blake all the tricks. incongruous, so Blake was not surprised when the Deneb 1 wasteland gave where Blake had lived at a much later date. In reality, the places were ajar. Perhaps she was still inside. Perhaps she was watching him even now through one of the remembered windows. He scanned them with a professional eye, but saw no sign of her. Warily he stepped inside, adjusting the temperature of his all-weather jacket to the remembered air-conditioning. His father was sitting in the living room, smoking, and watching 3V. He had no awareness of Blake. At Blake's entry he went right on smoking and watching as though the door had neither opened nor closed. He would go right on smoking and watching till Blake died and the conglomeration of place-times that constituted Blake's mind-world ceased to be. Ironically, he was watching nothing. The 3V program that had been in progress at the time of the unconscious materialization had failed to come through. The memory was a treasured one—the old man had perished in a 'copter crash several years ago—and for a long while Blake did not move. colored box of his mother's favorite detergent with a full-length drawing of Vera Velvetskin, the company's blond and chic visual symbol, on the front. His mother was standing before the huge automatic range, preparing a meal she had served twenty-three years ago. He regarded her with moist eyes. She had died a dozen years before his father, but the wound that her death had caused had never healed. He wanted to go up behind her and touch her shoulder and say, "What's for supper, mom?" but he knew it would do no good. For her he had no reality, not only because he was far in her future, but because in his mind-world she was a mortal and he, a god—a picayune god, perhaps, but a real one. York. He lingered for some time in his own room, wistfully watching his fifteen-year-old self lolling on the bed with a dog-eared copy of The Galaxy Boys and the Secret of the Crab Nebula to match. He gasped. It simply hadn't occurred to him that his pursuers might be women. To his consternation he discovered that he was even Blake Past shook his head. "Proms aren't for parents. You know that ago—he's the one who should take you. He'd give his right arm for the chance." "I'll thank you not to imply that you're my father. One would think from the way you talk that you are centuries old!" "I'm thirty-eight," Blake Past said, "and while I may not be your father, I'm certainly old enough to be. That young man—" A pink flush of anger climbed into Deirdre Eldoria's girlish cheeks. "What right has he "Please," Blake Past said, desperation deepening his voice. "You're buying you after Eldoria died. I only did it to ease my conscience—" "What do you feelings aren't reliable criteria. They can stem from false causes—from ridiculous things like a person's inability to accept himself for what he is." Abruptly she dropped the subject. "Don't you realize, Nate," she went on a little desperately, "that I'm leaving tomorrow and that we won't see each other again for years and years?" Blake Past stood up too. "No, not yet. I'll walk back to the sorority Blake Present watched them set out side by side toward the remembered register on Blake Past's mind, they did not exist for Blake Present. All that existed for Blake Present were the diminishing figures of the girl and the man, and the pain that was constricting his throat. was shock. His third was fear. elementary school he had attended. Standing next to Officer Finch was blond and chic Vera Velvetskin, whose picture he had seen on box after countless box of his mother's favorite detergent. His shock resulted from the expressions on the three faces. Neither Miss Stoddart nor Officer Finch ever particularly liked him, but they His fear resulted from the realization that his mind-world contained He asked the two questions aloud. Three arms were raised and three forefingers were pointed accusingly at unison: "You know who we are, Nathan Blake. Blake stared at them open-mouthed. Then he turned and fled. It had taken man a long time to discover that he was a god in his own right and that he too was capable of creating universes. Trivial universes, to be sure, when compared with the grandeur and scope of the objective one, and peopled with ghosts instead of human beings but universes nonetheless. The discovery came about quite by accident. After projecting himself into a patient's memory one day, a psychologist named Trevor suddenly mountain. His patient was beside him. The mountain proved to be an unconscious memory-image out of the both himself and his patient back to the objective world, and not long afterward he was able to duplicate the feat on another case. Blake was one of a long line of such operators. hadn't constituted a sentimental memory. Whenever Blake accepted a case done so after accepting his case—or was it before? He couldn't quite remember—the mental picture that had come into his mind had revealed He had suspected the truth immediately, and when he had seen the was hiding out in his mind. Retiring to his bachelor quarters, he had entered at the same place-time and set off in pursuit. Her only advantage lost, Sabrina York was now at his mercy. Unless she discovered his presence and was able to locate his most recently materialized place-time before he over-took her, her capture was assured. Only two things bothered Blake. The little office was far in his past, whom he had told about it were aware that it had ever existed. How, then, had a total stranger such as Sabrina York learned enough about it the person involved had wanted to create. Therefore, even assuming that Blake was less well-adjusted than he considered himself to be, why aside as a memorial to the English poets and which had impressed Blake enough, it was Burns's birthplace that had impressed Blake most. Now reason for Blake to linger. As a matter of fact, the fascination that fascination, and Blake not only lingered but went inside as well.

<question>:
What is the most likely reason that Blake says he is a god?

<options>:
A He has the ability to create beings at will
B He is righteous
C He chases and apprehends criminals
D He is alive while his mom is dead

<answer>:

A