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

<passage>:
By GARDNER F. FOX Irgi was the last of his monster race, guardian of and ten tall cones of steelite. In the doorway, Irgi paused and ran his eyes about the chamber, sighing. lifting their disced tips toward a circular roof bathed in, and drew their power from, a huge block of radiant white matter that hung suspended between the cones, in midair. All power did the cones and the Irgi drew himself upwards, slowly turning, laving in the quivering bands of cobalt that sped outward from the cones. He preened his body in their patterns of color, watching it splash and spread over his the law of nature. It would atrophy, otherwise. "Yes, I will use my voice tonight, and I will go out under the dome and look up at the stars and the other planets that swing near Urg, and I hurtled through space, and wiped his sweaty palms on his thighs. His grey eyes bored like a steel awl downward at the mighty globe swinging in the void. Radium. And the Plague. It had come on Earth suddenly, had the Plague, back in the first days of space travel, after Quigg, the American research scientist at Cal Tech, discovered a way to lift a rocket ship meant a hideous death. Scientists attributed it to the cosmic rays, for out in space there was no blanketing layer of atmosphere to protect the fleshy tissues of man from their piercing power. It had long been a theory that cosmic rays were related to the birth of new life in the cosmos perhaps they were, said some, the direct cause of life. Thus by causing the unorderly growth of new cells that man called cancer, the cosmic rays were destroying the life they had created. rays, but lead would not stand the terrific speed required to lift a craft free of planetary gravity and an inner coating of lead brought first goal. Carson Nichols, whose wife and children were dying of the Plague, begged him for a chance. A murderer convicted to the Martian salt mines, Karl Mussdorf, grudgingly agreed to go along on the promise I'd let her kill me." Emerson snorted, glancing down at the controls. Beneath his steady fingers, the ship sideslipped into the gravity tug of the looming orb, "Tell Gunn to come up," ordered Emerson. "No need for him to be below." Mussdorf dropped to the floor, lowered his shaggy head through the open trap, and bellowed. A hail from the depths of the ship answered him. A moment later, Gunn stood with the others: a little man with a wry smile twisting his features to a hard mask. between two high, craggy mountains that rose abruptly from the tiny valley. It was just lighting as the faint rays of the suns that served this planet nosed their way above the peaks. Like a silver needle on a floor of black rock, the spacecraft bounced once, twice Nichols bit his lips, and thought of Marge and the kids Gunn licked his lips with a dry tongue and kept looking at Emerson. With one sweep of his brawny arm, Mussdorf sent the apparatus flying against the far wall to shatter in shards. No one said a word. "Maybe somebody trying to speak to us," stated Nichols. Mussdorf nodded, shaggy brows knotted. "We'll see what his next move is," he muttered. "If he gets too fresh, we'll try a sun-blaster out on him." The ship began to glow softly, flushing a soft, delicate green. The light bathed the interior, turning the men a ghastly hue. Gunn shivered transparent window, pressing hard, the skin showing white as his knuckles lifted. He said swiftly, "You guys can stay here if you want, but I'm getting myself a sun-blaster. Two of them. I'm not going to be caught short when the time for action comes." He swung through the trap and out of sight. They heard him running Nichols twisted chrome wheels, staring at a red line that wavered on a "No disease," he whispered, "and every one of us is going to die of cancer." Mussdorf came up through the trap and passed out the sun-blasters. They buckled them around their waists while Mussdorf swung the bolts of the door. He threw it open, and clean air, and faint tendrils of whitish Nichols took a deep breath and his boyish face split with a grin. "I feel like a kid again on a Spring day back on Earth. You know, with a ball and a glove under your arm, with the sun beating down on you, swinging a bat and whistling. You felt good. You were young. Young! I feel like that now." out of living black marble. A head that held ten staring eyes looked down at them. Six arms thrust out of the torso, moving like tentacles, doesn't know the meaning of the word! I'm going to let it taste a blast—" His hand dove for the sun-blaster in his holster yanked it free and upward, firing brilliant yellow jets as he jerked the trigger. "Look out !" yelled Emerson. The thing twisted sideways with an eerie grace, dodging the amber beams of solar power that sizzled past its bulbous head. As it moved, its tentacled arms and legs slithered out with unthinkable rapidity, fell The big Earthman was lifted high into the air, squeezed until his lungs nearly collapsed. He hung limp in a gigantic tentacle as Emerson ran to one side, trying for a shot without hitting Mussdorf. But the thing was diabolically clever. It held Mussdorf aloft, between itself and Emerson, while its other arms stabbed out at Gunn and Nichols, catching them up and shaking them as a terrier shakes a rat. "Hold on," called Emerson, dodging and twisting, gun in hand, seeking a spot to fire at. The thing dropped the Earthmen suddenly its legs gathered beneath it and launched it full at Emerson. Caught off guard, the Earthman lifted his sun-blaster—felt it ripped from his fingers, knew a hard blackness thrashing down at him. He went backwards, sickened.... reflecting upon it, and Irgi had not known happiness for a long time. Irgi dropped his burdens. With quick tendrils he adjusted straps to them, bound them securely. From a small, wheeled vehicle he took a metal rod and touched it to their foreheads. As it met the flesh, it hummed once faintly. "It's short-circulated their nervous systems for a while, absorbed the disease. Now he beheld the mighty salt mines where naked men swung huge picks at the crusted crystals, sweating and dying under a strange sun. read their meaning. This man spoke to one named Emerson, commissioning him with a spaceship, reciting the need of radium, the dread of the wondered idly what this Washington had done, to merit such undying Nichols screamed suddenly, his body aching. He dropped back, sobbing. "That fiend," yelled Mussdorf. "That ten-eyed, octopus-legged, black-hearted spawn of a mismated monster did this to us. Damn him! Damn him! If I ever get loose I'll cut his heart out and make him eat it." "Maybe—maybe he's vivisecting us," moaned Nichols. "With rays or—or something—aagh! I can't stand it!" "Hang on, kid," gritted Emerson, fighting the straps. "I think it's "I'll have you all loose in a second," he grunted, ripping straps from his body. He leaped from the table and stretched. He grinned into their faces. "You know, it's funny—but I feel great. Huh, I must've sweated all the aches out of me. Here, Gunn—you first." Emerson squirmed helplessly, cursing him, saying, "What's gotten into

<question>:
What did Nichols reminisce about?

<options>:
A Being with his family
B Playing baseball
C Breathing fresh air on earth
D Shooting the monster with a sun blaster

<answer>:

B