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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Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from The Counterfeit Man More Science Fiction Stories by Alan E. Nourse published in 1963. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and typographical errors have been corrected without note. Circus "Just suppose," said Morgan, "that I did believe you. Just for argument." He glanced up at the man across the restaurant table. "Where would we go from here?" down at his plate. Not a strange-looking man, Morgan thought. Rather ordinary, in fact. A plain face, nose a little too long, fingers a little too dainty, a suit that doesn't quite seem to fit, but all in all, a perfectly ordinary looking man. Maybe too ordinary, Morgan thought. hunted look in their depths that chilled Morgan a little. "Where to believe me, Morgan. I'm lost, "I'll tell you where it's going to end," said Morgan. "It's going to end in a hospital. A mental hospital. They'll lock you up and they'll lose the key somewhere." He poured himself another cup of coffee and sipped it, scalding hot. "And that," fan swished patiently. The man across from Morgan ran a hand through his dark hair. "There must be some other way," he said. "There has to be." "All right, let's start from the beginning again," Morgan said. "Maybe we can pin something down a little better. You say your name is Parks—right?" The man nodded. "Jefferson Haldeman Parks, if that helps any. Haldeman was my mother's maiden name." Parks nodded. and tried to flag down a ride." " Strange! " Parks' eyes widened. "I—I was speechless. At Morgan's mouth took a grim line. "You understood the Morgan nodded. "I know, I noticed. What did you do when "Well, obviously, I needed money. I had gold coin. There Treasury or something. When he saw that I was serious, he Parks dropped two small gold discs on the table. They were Morgan looked up at the man sharply. "What did you get for Parks shrugged. "Too little, I suspect. Two dollars for the "You should have gone to a bank." "I know that now. I didn't then. Naturally, I assumed that with everything else so similar, principles of business would also be similar." Morgan sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Well, then Parks poured some more coffee. His face was very pale, Morgan thought, and his hands trembled as he raised the cup think what anyone at home would do in my place. That seemed a good bet. I asked a policeman where it was, and then I went and that I would have to have an appointment. She let "No. I wanted to see the mayor himself. I thought that was wouldn't see me unless I stated my business first." He drew in "They didn't believe you," said Morgan. Morgan nodded. "I'm beginning to get the pattern. So what did they call it?—a wise guy! Told me to get out and not come back with any more wild stories." "I see," said Morgan. Jefferson Parks finished his last bite of pie and pushed the , things that I could show them, and say, see, this proves that I'm telling we don't. And cigarettes. We don't have any such thing as tobacco." The man gave a short laugh. "And your house dogs! "Except yourself," Morgan said. looking at me. So I searched for more subtle things. Skin texture, fingerprints, bone structure, body proportion. I still couldn't find anything. Then I went to a doctor." Morgan's eyebrows lifted. "Good," he said. Parks shrugged tiredly. "Not really. He examined me. He anything about who I was or where I came from just said I wanted a complete physical examination, and let him go to it. He was thorough, and when he finished he patted me on the back and said, 'Parks, you've got nothing to worry about. You're as fine, strapping a specimen of a healthy human being as I've ever seen.' And that was that." Parks laughed bitterly. "I guess I was supposed to be happy with the verdict, and instead I was ready to knock him down. It was idiotic, it defied reason, it was infuriating." Morgan nodded sourly. "Because you're not a human being," he said. "That's right. I'm not a human being at all." "How did you happen to pick this planet, or this sun?" Morgan asked curiously. "There must have been a million Parks unbuttoned his collar and rubbed his stubbled chin He shook his head wearily. "We're new at it, Morgan. We've Morgan. "The same! Your planet and mine are practically twins. Similar cities, similar technology, everything. The people are the same, with precisely the same anatomy and physiology, the same sort of laws, the same institutions, even compatible languages. Can't you see the importance of it? This planet is on the other side of the universe from mine, with the first intelligent won't believe me !" "Why should they?" asked Morgan. "You look like a human being. You talk like one. You eat like one. You act like one. What you're asking them to believe is utterly incredible." " But it's true. " Morgan shrugged. "So it's true. I won't argue with you. But believe you, what do you expect me to do about it? Why pick me , of all the people you've seen?" There was a desperate light in Parks' eyes. "I was tired, tired got to get back, Morgan, somehow. My life is there, my family. with another intelligent race! Combine our knowledges, our technologies, and we could explore the galaxy!" He leaned forward, his thin face intense. "I need money and I need help. I know some of the mathematics of the warp principle, know some of the design, some of the power and wiring principles. You have engineers here, technologists, physicists. They could fill in what I don't know and build a guide beam. But they won't do it if they don't believe me. Your government won't listen to me, they won't appropriate any money." "Of course they won't. They've got a war or two on their hands, they have public welfare, and atomic bombs, and rockets to the moon to sink their money into." Morgan stared do?" "You can write ! That's what you can do. You can tell the Morgan didn't move. He just stared. "How many people "None." "You mean nobody would believe you?" " And then Morgan was laughing, laughing bitterly, tears rolling down his cheeks. "And I'm the one man who couldn't help you if my life depended on it," he gasped. "You believe me?" Morgan nodded sadly. "I believe you. Yes. I think your warp brought you through to a parallel universe of your own planet, not to another star, but I think you're telling the truth." "Then you can help me." "I'm afraid not." "Why not?" "Because I'd be worse than no help at all." Jefferson Parks gripped the table, his knuckles white. "Why?" he cried hoarsely. "If you believe me, why can't you help me?" Morgan pointed to the magazine lying on the table. "I write, Parks picked up the magazine, glanced at the bright cover. The readers thought it was very interesting," Morgan grinned. "Go ahead, look at it." The stranger from the stars leafed through the magazine, stopped at a page that carried Roger Morgan's name. His eyes caught the first paragraph and he turned white. He set the magazine down with a trembling hand. "I see," he said, and "Just suppose," said Martin, "that I did believe you. Just for argument." He glanced up at the man across the table. "Where do we go from here?"

<question>:
Why does Parks think Morgan can help him?

<options>:
A He works for NASA and can construct a rocket ship for Parks.
B He is a writer and can share Parks' story.
C He is the mayor.
D He is a doctor.

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B