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

<passage>:
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] Nothing in the world could be happier and mere serene than a man who loves his work—but what happens when it loves him back? it's only a job. But nerve has to rest on a sturdier foundation than cash reserves just above zero and eviction if he came away from this interview still unemployed. Clay, at the Association of Professional Engineers, who had set up the appointment, hadn't eased Peter's nervousness by admitting, "I don't the hall. Mr. Lexington is expecting you." for him. He went through it with his composure slipping still further from his "Mr. Lexington?" he said. "I'm Peter Manners. The Association—" "What can you do?" asked Lexington abruptly. "Good," said Lexington. "Only a fool would try to answer that. Do you "Less than you think," Lexington said. "It's the preconceived notions "Stockpiled you," Lexington said. "That guff about receiving training instead of wages!" said Lexington. "I hadn't thought about it," he said. "I suppose it wouldn't have been easy." "Why'd you leave?" Lexington pursued, unrelenting. "That's right." "Well," said Lexington unexpectedly, "there a shortage! And the stockpiles are the ones who made it, and who keep it going! And the hell of it is that they can't stop—when one does it, they all have "Well, am I?" Lexington demanded. Peter had the startling feeling that Lexington was rooting for him! be made—the same as I was. You qualify, so far. You've lost your illusions, but haven't had time yet to replace them with dogma or or cockiness wouldn't get you anywhere here, and you were right. Association on you counted, of course, but only if you were teachable. I think you are. Am I right?" "At least I can face knowing how much I don't know," said Peter, "if that answers the question." In precis form, Peter listed his observations: the absence of windows at sides and rear, the unusual amount of power, the automatic doors, "Very good," said Lexington. "Most people only notice the automatic "I'm the only one there is." Peter stared his disbelief. Automated plants were nothing new, but they all had their limitations. Either they dealt with exactly similar "Come on," said Lexington, getting massively to his feet. "I'll show disorganized machinery, Peter noticed that the factory lights high overhead followed their progress, turning themselves on in advance Lexington paused here. "This is the bay used by the trucks arriving Lexington went over to one of them and patted it lovingly. "Really, these machines are only an extension of one large machine. The whole plant, as a matter of fact, is controlled from one point and is really Lexington was about to leave the side of the machine when abruptly one and before Lexington could react, all three machines were moving away to attend to mysterious duties of their own. Peter tore his eyes away from them in time to see the look of frustrated embarrassment that crossed Lexington's face, only to be something to do. The two-armed manipulators Peter had just seen were everywhere, scuttling from machine to machine, apparently with an exact knowledge of what they were doing and the most efficient way of doing it. He wondered what would happen if one of them tried to use the same aisle they were using. He pictured a futile attempt to escape the that was laboring beside him at the moment. Nervously, he looked for an exit, but his apprehension was unnecessary. The machines seemed to know there's a very similar rig set up in conjunction with an automatic "Then all you do is read the incoming mail and maintain the machinery?" asked Peter, trying to shake off the feeling of open amazement that had engulfed him. every week that—it doesn't want to deal with by itself." The shock of what he had just seen was showing plainly on Peter's face when they walked back into Lexington's office and sat down. Lexington Finally Lexington spoke. "I know it's hard to believe, but there it is." "Damn fools!" exclaimed Lexington, getting part of his breath back. Lexington mopped his forehead with a large white handkerchief. Apparently the walk through the factory had tired him considerably, although it hadn't been strenuous. one of my competitors. It wasn't too long before I saw that the only way I could get ahead was to open up on my own." Lexington sank deeper in his chair and stared at the ceiling as he design the control circuits myself, in many cases wire the things up myself, always concentrating on replacing men with machines. But it wasn't very successful. I found that the more automatic I made my business I got, and the more I had to expand." Lexington scowled. "I got sick of it. I decided to try developing one multi-purpose control circuit that would control everything, from ordering the raw materials to shipping the finished goods. As I told you, I had taken quite an interest in biology when I was in school, and from studies of nerve tissue in particular, plus my electrical knowledge, I had a few ideas on how to do it. It took me three years, but I began to see that I could develop circuitry that could remember, compare, detect similarities, and so on. Not the way they do it today, work for me. "By creating the proper compounds, with their molecules arranged in predetermined matrixes, I found I could duplicate electrical circuitry in units so tiny that my biggest problem was getting into and out of Lexington smiled. "Well, automated as it was, it couldn't compete with nevertheless. Here I was working on instinct more than anything. I figured that if I interconnected these circuits in such a way that "Then, through the existing command output, I figured these new units would be able to control the plant, continuing the various patterns of activity that I'd already established." Here Lexington frowned. "It didn't work worth a damn! It just sat there was still under instructions to receive orders and produce goods, its prime purpose was to activate the kicker. The kicker, however, could every order, to be fed into the memory banks. That did it." "I—I don't understand," stammered Peter. "Simple! Whenever I was pleased that things were going smoothly, I discover what was holding the keyboard lock in, I noticed that the order was already entered on the in-progress list. I was a long time convincing myself that it had really happened, but there was no other When Lexington beamed, Peter felt a surge of relief. Talking with this might mean the difference between getting the job or losing it. "Exactly!" whispered Lexington, in an almost conspiratorial tone. "I had altered the circuitry of the machine so that it tried to give me pleasure—because by doing so, its own pleasure circuit would be activated. do, while the cart proceeded over to Lexington's desk. Once there, it Lexington took the coffee from the top of the car, obviously angry "Not only expensive, but stupid and impractical!" exploded Lexington. Lexington stared at his cup without touching it for a long while. Then Handling the cup as if it were going to shatter at any moment, he took the name Lexington, but it wasn't. My wife's name was Alexis, and it but how can you object on a point like that to a machine? Bear in mind machine was still learning from me, and I was afraid that any tantrums "It sounds pretty awkward," Peter put in. "You don't know the half of it! As time went on, I had less and less to do, and business-wise I found that the entire control of the operation was slipping from my grasp. Many times I discovered—too late—that the machine had taken the damnedest risks you ever saw on bids and seen, and I remember it as if it just happened. 'MR. A LEXINGTON, LEX

<question>:
How does Lexington feel towards his machinery?

<options>:
A He feels he has lost his ability to properly control the machinery
B He keeps a tight control on it’s operations to make sure nothing goes awry
C He detests what he has created
D He has come to understand it can not possibly operate without him

<answer>:

A