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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to smile ... if he ever laughed at himself, knowing just what they are up against. If an alien race will smile patronizingly on your heroic attempts at Charlie Baxter was like all of the other Prones, only worse. Moran III Baxter's guard was doubled as soon as we set down, of course, and that made him fidgety. He had heard all the stories about how high lose—but we did not want him to stop worrying. The precautions we took to safeguard him, the armed men who went with him everywhere, the Accident Prone First Aid Kit with spare parts for him, blood, eyes, bone, nerves, arms, legs, and so forth, only emphasized to him the danger, not the rigidly secured safety. himself. I believe accident prones have a better system of calculation than a cybernetic machine. They can take everything humidity, their blood sugar, the expression on the other guy's infallibly make the right because they are incapable of trusting themselves, they do exactly the I felt a little sorry for Charlie Baxter, but I was Captain of the and my job was to keep him worried and trying. The worst Baxter was a novice and very much of an amateur at the game. He didn't didn't want to lose it. His clumsiness back on Earth had cost him every decent job he ever had. cold, wet, poor—and now he had luxury of a kind almost no one had in our era. He was drunk with it, passionately in love with it. It would clothes and a solid roof to keep out the rain. But right now I knew he would come precariously close to killing to keep it. Or to being killed. "Where is Baxter?" I asked the hulking guard. My eyes were on the sofa. this, much less Baxter's bed in the next cabin. But then I am only a I stifled the gurgle of rage that came into my throat and motioned were more likely to be out of order than the plumbing in the Accident Prone's suite. No effort was spared to insure comfort for the key man in the whole crew. me. There wasn't a thing wrong with the plumbing, so Baxter must have were missing. Baxter had left the spaceship and gone off into an alien Elliot and Sidney, the guards, were absolutely prohibited from follow him and give their lives to save his, if necessary. it to Baxter and informed him that he should study it when he felt so Charlie Baxter had less. Lots of things can change on a planet in fifty Bronoski picked up Baxter's tracks and those of the two guards, Elliot I jogged along following the big man more by instinct than anything were Baxter, Elliot and Sidney in the middle of a curious mob of aliens. Charlie Baxter had got pretty thin on his starvation diet back on as brawny, brainless bodyguards. Their friends described them as looked unhappy—belligerently unhappy. I began to shake and at the same time to assure myself that I didn't have anything to worry about, that the precious Accident Prone would come out of it alive. After all, Elliot and Sidney were there to protect him. They had machine guns, flame-throwers, atomic grenades, didn't have a thing to worry about. So why couldn't I stop shaking? behavior in the report. Naturally, that meant by now he had discovered The three men were just standing still, waiting for the aliens to make the first move. The natives looked just as worried as Charlie and his The native slumped a little more than the others, as if he were more Baxter swallowed and started forward to meet the alien halfway. His he could never stay on his feet. Before he could perform his usual pratfall, Sidney and Elliot were at his sides, supporting him by his thin biceps. He glared at them and shrugged them off, informing them wordlessly that he would have regained his balance if they had given him half a chance. Charterson jumped to Charlie's assistance while Sidney Von Elderman But the defense didn't work. The other aliens didn't try to get to Baxter, but when they saw Elliot fellow guard. They might have been all right if he had pulled a few off Elliot and let him get to work, except his training told him that the life of a guard did not matter a twit, but that a Prone must be defended. He started toward Charlie Baxter and was immediately pulled It all meant one thing to me. The reaction of the crowd had been I could fairly hear Bronoski's steel muscles preparing for battle as he saw his two mammoth pals go down under the press of numbers. A I knew the reason Baxter had slipped out at night to be the first to greet the aliens. He was determined to be useful and necessary without fouling things up. I suppose Charlie had never felt valuable to anyone was valuable only because he was a misfit. He had decided to take a positive approach. If he did things right, was supposed to do. But he couldn't lick that doubt of himself that had been ground into him since birth and there he was, in trouble as always. down into accepting himself as an Accident Prone, a purely passive of fissionable material and just keeping them from uniting and making a critical mass that will result in an explosion or lethal radiation. Baxter, his two guards and the native spokesman. Charlie and the native were both technically unconscious, but they each had a stranglehold on each other, with Charlie getting the worst of it. While he roused Sidney and Elliot from their punch-drunk state, I gone. If there was an explosion anywhere around, he was bound to be in Charlie was in bed for the next few days while his grafted toes grew The idea that seemed to be in favor was the survival of the fittest. one, whom they could handle themselves. They still had folk legends Charlie Baxter's original mistake had supplied us with the Rosetta I waited for the big moment when Charlie would be on his feet again weak, but he took a few steps and seemed to make it okay. limp and he plopped on the floor like a wet fish. Immediately he jumped to his feet, grinning. "I finally learned to go while you lay there, haven't you, Baxter?" worry or feel I was beginning to do some worrying of my own. Things weren't working value lies in his active and constructive effort to do the right thing. off blunders or, as in this case, conviction that he never got himself The medic left with a bow and a surly expression. I turned to Baxter, "I have some facts of life to give you, Baxter," I told him. "It make a fool out of myself. I have a natural talent for—for Creative Negativism . That's it. And I should be able to exercise my talent with dignity ." think you would like to be without your armed guards to protect you "I can take care of myself, sir!" That one hurt him, but I saw I had put it to him as a challenge and he must have had some guilt feelings about accepting all that luxury for being nothing more than he was. "I could fulfill the duties of an I snorted. "It takes skill and training, Baxter. Your papers entitle His jaw line firmed. He had gone through a lot to keep from taking such Baxter looked back at me steadily. "There are a lot of rumors about the active and scheming to stay alive. More beneficial accidents that way. protection the Service gives them. "Look here, Baxter, do you like your quarters on this ship?" I demanded. I stared at him in frank amazement. "Baxter, the only rank getting He surely must have known how I lived in comparison to him, so I didn't Baxter's jaw thrust forward. "It must be pretty bad—but it isn't as Baxter shivered. "Yes, I've seen it. Several drums of blood, Type AB, lie for half an hour with a crushed foot while the doctor sprayed our I barely halted a groan. He thought I resented him and was deliberately holding him down into the miserable overpaid, overfed job that was

<question>:
How did all the efforts to protect Baxter make him feel?

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A Concerned
B Safer
C Ambivalent
D Indestructible

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A