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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He wished Trader Tom would return and extract some higher price from [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from But Trader Tom would not be back. He came this way only once. The Final Model . dirty as he liked, he would be able to live more like an animal and think more like a god than any man for generations. that it was not a flesh-sprayer but the Modifier. "It's finished!" were Victor's first words. "It's done!" his arms and legs and sandpapered his self-pity to a fine sensitivity. Manet was Atmosphere Seeder Station 131-47's own human. "No?" "No. You have made yourself an enemy." flat pavement of dirty talcum, at the stars gleaming as hard in the your knowledge. You specified, including an Overseer for each of the Seeders to honeycomb Mars, to prepare its atmosphere for colonization. They didn't give tests to find well-balanced, well-integrated people my function to use everything I possibly can against you." "When do you start?" service for night shifts. They weren't providing accommodations for couples when the law specified only one occupant. They weren't providing fuel (at fifty million dollars a gallon) for visits between It gave William Manet an opportunity to think he saw a spaceship making a tailfirst landing on the table of the desert, its tail burning as bright as envy. human beings, and was about to close down its bulkheads on him as sure " Yes. " never need it, and marched out to meet the visiting spaceship. I the Martian plain that had all the distance-perpetuating qualities of a kid's crank movie machine to the comfortable interior of a strange cabin. Not a ship's cabin but a Northwoods cabin. The black and orange Hallowe'en log charring in the slate stone fireplace seemed real. So did the lean man with the smiling mustache painted with the random designs of the fire, standing before the horizontal pattern of chinked wall. "Need a fresher?" the host inquired. like me. The one thing a man can't accept is a passive state, a state to kill me. And you can't stop challenging me at every turn. That's your function." whiskey full of sparks from the hearth. He stirred himself in the comfortingly warm leather chair. "No, no, I'm fine ." He let the word hang there for examination. "Pardon me, but could you tell me just what The host shrugged. It was the only word for it. "Whatever place you choose it to be, so long as you're with Trader Tom. 'Service,' that's place this is?" "Trader Tom? Service?" "Yes! That's it exactly. It's me exactly. Trader Tom Service—Serving the Wants of the Spaceman Between the Stars. Of course, 'stars' is purpose. You'll be a challenge, an obstacle, a source of triumph every foot of the way. Don't you see? With you for an enemy, I don't need a manners rusty. "I won't be bored. You will see to that. It's your friend!" "Ah," Trader Tom said, cautionary. He moved nearer the fire and warmed his hands and buttocks. "Ah, but I am not a government service. I represent free enterprise." "Nonsense," Manet said. "No group of private individuals can build a spaceship. It takes a combine of nations." materials, the trained men, the man-hours to make a spaceship. So they from running a trading ship among scattered exploration posts on the glass of whiskey." "Do you find it good whiskey?" "Very good." "Excellent?" "Excellent, if you prefer." "I only meant—but never mind. We give you what you want. As for Trader Tom Credit Card." "That's it precisely!" Trader Tom said with enthusiasm. "You estate ." Trader Tom demonstrated his peculiar shrug. "All businesses operate on to have been polished clean. "What do you have to offer?" "Whatever you want?" Irritably, "How do I know what I want until I know what you have?" "You know." am a trader—Trader Tom. I trade with many parties. There are, for "Of course," Trader Tom replied, "I suspected. It is not so unusual, When he looked up from the card, Manet saw the box. Trader Tom was pushing it across the floor towards him. The box had the general dimensions of a coffin, but it wasn't wood—only brightly illustrated cardboard. There was a large four-color picture on the lid showing men, women and children moving through a "It is commercialized," Trader Tom admitted with no little chagrin. "It is presented to appeal to a twelve-year-old child, an erotic, aggressive twelve-year-old, the typical sensie goer—but that is reality. It offends men of good taste like ourselves, yet sometimes it Trader Tom plan." "There are no guarantees," Trader Tom admitted. "But I've never had any "You won't be," Trader Tom said. "I won't pass this way again." The contents were such a glorious pile of junk, of bottles from old chemistry sets, of pieces from old Erector sets, of nameless things and unremembered antiques from neglected places, that it seemed too good to have been assembled commercially. It was the collection of lifetime. The Making of Friends . The Making of Friends and Others . Before you go further, first find the vital . The Final Model The Final Model in your kit. This is vital to your entire itself. He read on, and probed and scattered the parts in the long box. He studied the manual intently and groped out with his free hand. The Red King sat smugly in his diagonal corner. that this took greater skill, man more wedded to machine, than the leisurely combats of World War One." "I know." warm, sincere, modest, truthful, respected and rheumatic." "I know." the painting of Norman Rockwell, New York swing, ad nauseum . What a narrow band of interests! With the whole universe to explore in thought and concept, why did he have to be trapped with such an unoriginal had been nothing but a cheap yellow rag and, why, own. He patriotically insisted that the American Sabre Jet was superior He padded down the rib-ridged matted corridor, taking his usual small "No. Can't do it, old man. Can't. know. You're too human, too 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 schedule—" there was of course no "K" sound in the word—"for of uselessness. Not if he can possibly avoid it. Something has to be home, or not particularly bad if you are counting on drawing your handsome salary for the time spent on Mars. We have every reason to Manet's eyes wondered down to heavy water tumbler full of rich, amber There was a lot left inside. Perhaps I should have begun here, he told himself. But I really don't have as much interest in that sort of thing as the earthier types. Simple companionship was all I wanted. And, he thought on, even an The Making of a Girl . his chest and up to the hollows of his throat. "I need a shave," he observed. my motto. It is a way of life with me." uselessness, your constant unrelenting sterility of purpose. How's that for boredom, for passiveness?" corridor. "Hear that?" he inquired, smiling with clenched teeth. "No, darling." "inside, inside." to lock you up in here, and leave you for a day, a month, a year, forever! Now what do you think about that?" "If you think it's the diligently, Manet concluded that there weren't enough parts left in the box to go around. The book gave instructions for The Model Mother, The Model Father, The Model Sibling and others. Yet there weren't parts enough in the kit.

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What does Trader Tom’s spaceship interior most resemble?

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A A laboratory
B A spaceship
C A study
D A kitchen

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C