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

<passage>:
Being space-wrecked and marooned is tough planet as this was too much. Imagine Fawkes' terrible predicament plenty of food—and sky was his roof, yet he distinctly remembered going to sleep on his bunk aboard the space ship. "You're not dead?" "I've some doubt about that," he replied dryly. He levered himself to "Is—is anything broken?" she asked. "Don't know. Help me up." Between them he managed to struggle to his feet. He winced. He said, "My name's Jonathan Fawkes. I'm a space pilot with Universal. What happened? I feel like I'd been poured out of a concrete mixer." She pointed to the wreck of a small space freighter a dozen feet away. survived at all. He scratched his head. "I was running from Mars to Jupiter with a load of seed for the colonists." "Oh!" said the girl, biting her lips. "Your co-pilot must be in the wreckage." He shook his head. "No," he reassured her. "I left him on Mars. He had an attack of space sickness. I was all by myself that was the trouble. I'd stay at the controls as long as I could, then lock her on her course and snatch a couple of hours' sleep. I can remember crawling into my bunk. The next thing I knew you were bending over me." He "I don't know." "You don't know!" He almost forgot his self-consciousness in his "I was going to explain," he heard her say. "We think that we are on an asteroid." "We?" he looked back at her. "I remember," he exclaimed. "Didn't the Jupiter Food-growers Association enlist you girls to go to the colonies?" She nodded her head. "Only twenty-seven of us came through the crash." "Everybody thought your space ship hit a meteor," he said. "We hit this asteroid." your space ship. You had been thrown clear. You were lying all in a "I think so," he said. Jonathan Fawkes fidgeted uncomfortably. He would rather pilot a space ship through a meteor field than face twenty-seven young women. They after her stupidly. "Get down!" she reiterated in a furious voice. He let himself to his hands and knees. "Ouch!" he said. He felt like he was being jabbed with pins. He must be one big bruise. He scuttled wrecked on this asteroid." She reached the ravine, crawled head foremost over the edge. Jonathan tumbled after her. He hit the bottom, package, crumpled it and hurled it to the ground. Jonathan turned around, started back for the space ship. "Where are you going?" cried Ann in alarm. grip. "They'd kill you," she said. "I can sneak back," he insisted stubbornly. "They might loot the ship. I don't want to lose those cigarettes. I was hauling some good burley Jonathan threw himself down backwards, kicked the girl's feet out from A third girl skidded around the bend in the canyon. Jonathan backed off warily. Ann Clotilde cried in anguish: "Don't let him get away!" Jonathan was game, but the nine husky amazons pinned him down by sheer weight. They bound him hand and foot. Then four of them picked him up bodily, started up the canyon chanting: " He was a rocket riding daddy from Mars. under him. He slithered halfway over the edge. For one sickening moment he thought he was gone, then Ann grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, hauled him back to safety. He lay gasping on his stomach. They tied a Jonathan mistook them for horses. Then he saw that from the withers up to him that the asteroid, most likely, was smaller even than Earth's moon. He must weigh about a thirtieth of what he usually did, due to the lessened gravity. It also occurred to him that they would be thirty times as strong. He was staggered. He wished he had a smoke. reappeared. He imagined that it had crashed into the mountain, skidded looked away hastily. Someone hailed them from the space ship. "We've caught a man," shrieked one of his captors. "A man!" screamed a husky blonde. She was wearing a grass skirt. She had green eyes. "We're rescued!" "No. No," Ann Clotilde hastened to explain. "He was wrecked like us." "Oh," came a disappointed chorus. appraisingly as if he were a horse she was about to bid on. "Bring him into the ship," she said. "The man must be starved." settings of the space ship went out of him like wind. He, Jonathan called Billy. "Quiet!" She shrieked in her loud strident voice. "Let him be. He can't go anywhere for a few days. He's just been through a wreck. He needs they're like." Billy said, "How badly wrecked is your ship?" wanted to sleep. "What?" he said. "Is there any possibility of repairing your ship?" repeated Billy. "Not outside the space docks." They expelled their breath, but not for an instant did they relax movement pulled his muscles like a rack. Furthermore, an overpowering lassitude was threatening to pop him off to sleep before their eyes. Jonathan dragged himself back from the edge of sleep. "Just tired," he mumbled. "Haven't had a good night's rest since I left Mars." Indeed it was only by the most painful effort that he kept awake at all. His eyelids drooped lower and lower. "First it's tobacco," said Olga "now he wants to sleep. Twenty-seven girls and he wants to sleep." At these words, Jonathan raised upright as if someone had pulled a rope. " he cried in alarm. we've been praying for during the last three years." The next day found Jonathan Fawkes hobbling around by the aid of a Jonathan put his arm around her gingerly. "Ouch!" He winced. He had forgotten his sore muscles. "I forgot," said Ann Clotilde in a contrite voice. She tried to rise. "You're hurt." He pulled her back down. "Not so you could notice it," he grinned. all glad to hear that!" Jonathan leaped to his feet, dumping Ann to the ground. He jerked around. All twenty-six of the girls were lined up on the path. Their Jonathan never stopped until he was back in the canyon leading to the relaxation of a smoke. There was, he remembered, a carton of cigarettes at the wreck. He resumed his flight, but at a more sober pace. ship. He blinked his eyes, stared. Then he waved his arms, shouted and wreck of his own. Across its gleaming monaloid hull ran an inscription surprise at Jonathan. A third man ran from the cruiser, a Dixon Ray Rifle in his hand. "I'm Jonathan Fawkes," said the castaway as he panted up, "pilot for Universal. I was wrecked." A tall elderly man held out his hand. He had a small black waxed cursory examination of this asteroid. You had a nasty crack up, Mr. when we sighted the wreck." "I say," said the man who had run out of the cruiser. He was a prim, gingerly, respectfully. "We're a week overdue now," he said. "If you have any personal belongings that you'd like to take with you, you'd best be getting them aboard." "What?" cried the three explorers in one breath. Jonathan shook his head, began to load himself with tools, tobacco He shook his head. They argued, they cajoled, but Jonathan was adamant. He said, "You might report my accident to Universal. Tell them to stop one of their Jupiter-bound freighters here when the asteroid swings back in the space ways. I'll have a load for them."

<question>:
What caused Jonathan's spaceship to wreck?

<options>:
A He slept all the way to Jupiter
B The automatic deflectors engaged
C An asteroid entered his autopilot course
D His co-pilot was sick

<answer>:

C