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

<passage>:
study of neurosis has been able to classify the general types of is not suffering so extreme a case as to have crossed the border into psychosis) can be not only useful, but perhaps necessary for certain It wasn’t the Russian River. It was the Sacred Iss. The sun had touched phonograph playing in one of the summer cabins with names like Polly Ann Roost and Patches and Seventh Heaven, but to Kimmy it was the hated cry of the Father of Therns calling the dreadful Plant Men to their feast of victims borne into [116] Kimmy shifted the heavy Martian pistol into his left hand and checked his harness. A soft smile touched his lips. He was well armed there was nothing he had to fear from the Plant Men. His bare feet turned up-stream, away from the sound of the phonograph, toward the shallows in the river that would permit him to cross and continue his search along hadn’t had to give up smoking. He could almost imagine the textured an easy path and what was coming up now was the hardest part. The goddam psychs were the toughest, always wanting him to bug out on the deal because of their brainwave graphs and word association tests and their “You’re a lonely man, Colonel Kimball——” “Too much imagination could be bad for this job.” How could you sit there with pentothal in your veins and wires running pennons flying from the twin towers of Greater Helium or the way the The water swirled warm and velvety around his ankles. There, behind that madrone, Kimmy thought. Was that a Plant Man? The thick white trunk and the grasping, blood-sucking arms—— The radium pistol’s weight made his wrist ache, but he clung to it tightly, knowing that he [117] could never cope with a Plant Man with a sword alone. The certainty of coming battle made him smile a little, the way John Carter would smile if he were here in the Valley Dor ready to attack the white Therns and their Plant Men. For a moment, Kimmy felt a thrill of apprehension. The deepening stillness of the river was closing in around him. Even the music from The phonograph sang with Vallee’s voice: “Cradle me where southern skies can watch me with a million eyes——” Kimmy’s eyes narrowed and he waded stealthily across the sacred river. That would be Matai Shang, the Father of Holy Therns—spreading his arms to the sunset and standing safely on his high balcony in the Golden Cliffs while the Plant Men gathered to attack the poor pilgrims Iss had brought to this cursed valley. sang. Kimmy stepped cautiously ashore and moved into the cover of a figure in blood-colored plastic. The representatives of the press had been handed the mimeographed releases by the PRO and now they sat in silence, studying the red figure of the man who was to ride the rocket. They were thinking: Why him? Out of all the scores of applicants—because there are always applicants for a sure-death feel, he was thinking. And asking themselves why I want to go. On the dais nearby, listening to the PRO, but watching Kimball, sat Steinhart, the team analyst. Kimball returned his steady gaze thinking: They start out burning with desire to cure the human mind and end with the shadow of the images. The words become the fact, the therapy the command car with Kimball. Chance or design? Kimball wondered. The others, he noticed, were leaving both of them alone. Steinhart reached for a cigaret and then stopped, remembering that Kimball had had to give them up because of the flight. Kimball caught “I didn’t try to kill the assignment for you, Kim,” the “It doesn’t matter now.” “You just didn’t think I was the man for the job.” “Your record is good all the way. You know that,” Steinhart “You were married, Kim. What happened?” “I wish you luck, Kim,” Steinhart said. “I mean “What will you do?” “You know the answers as well as I,” the Colonel said impatiently. “Set up the camp and wait for the next rocket. If it comes.” “Kim,” Steinhart said slowly. “There’s something you clinically. Natural under the circumstances? Or neurosis building up “Our tests showed you to be a schizoid—well-compensated, of to distinguish reality from—well, fancy.” Kimball turned to regard the psych about the psychology of space-flight, Kim——” They topped the last hillock and dropped down into the lighted bowl of the launching site. The rocket towered, winged and monstrously checkered in white and orange, against the first flickerings of the false dawn. Kimmy saw the girls before they saw him. In their new, low waisted They were his sisters, Rose and Margaret. Older than he at fifteen and seventeen. But they walked by the river and into danger. Behind him he could hear the rustling sound of the Plant Men as the evening breeze came up. “Kimm-eeeee—” down the river. “Kimmmmm—eeeeeeeeee—” He knew he should answer them, but he did not. Behind him he could hear the awful Plant Men approaching. He shivered with delicious horror. He stood very still, listening to his sisters talking, letting their voices carry down to where he hid from the dangers of the Valley Dor. “Cracked—just cracked. Oh, where IS he, anyway? Kimmm-eee, you were Therns, with their yellow hair and their pale skins. He and John Carter and Tars Tarkas had fought them many times, piling their bodies for barricades and weaving a flashing pattern of skillful swords in the shifting light of the two moons. [121] “Kimmmm—eeee Mom’s going to be mad at you! Answer us!” If only Tars Tarkas would come now. If only the great Green Jeddak would come splashing across the stream on his huge thoat, his two swords clashing—— “He’s up there in that clump of willows—hiding!” “Kimmy! You come down here this instant!” He lay like an embryo in the viscera of the ship, protected and quite alone. The plastic sac contained him, fed him and the rocket, silent yourself, Kimmy? I worry about you so—— heat of the summer nights and the thick longing in his throat for red hills and a sky that burned deep blue through the long, long days and which lived, for him, through some alchemy of the mind. He dreamed of What is reality, Kimmy? information back to the Base across the empty miles, across the rim of You don’t live here, Kim. She was right, of course. He [122] the sun dwindled and earth great curving disk of reds and browns and yellows. He could see dust storms raging and the heavy, darkened lines of the canals. There was skill in his hands. He righted the rocket, balanced it. Began the tricky task of landing. It took all of his talent, all of his training. Ponderously, the ship settled into the iron sand unreal, a painting of unworldly quiet and desolation. What is reality, Kimmy? scrambled down through the ship, past the empty fuel tanks and the lashed supplies. His hands were clawing desperately at the dogs of the fantastic war-mounts, long spears and fluttering pennons. Huge golden chariots with scythes flashing on the circling hubs and armored giants, the figments of a long remembered dream—— He dropped to the sand and dug his hands into the dry powdery soil. He vision and his failing heart and lungs were near collapse. Kimmm-eee! [123] A huge green warrior on a gray monster of a thoat was beckoning to him. Pointing toward the low hills on the oddly near horizon. Kimmmm-eeeee! Sea of Korus where the tideless waters lay black and deep—— he knew the man, and he knew the hills that he must reach, quickly now, or die.

<question>:
What is the significance of Kimmy's trip?

<options>:
A He will be the first man on Mars
B He will be the first trip to space in two years
C He will finally return home
D He is going to defeat the Plant Men

<answer>:

A