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

<passage>:
Harper tried to let go of everything. He gave in to the chair. And he escaped the embrace of the Relaxo-Lounge and fled to a gloriously stationary sofa. outraged, he lay back on the couch and closed his eyes. "Now, Harp, you know you've never obeyed his orders. He told you last year that you'd have to ease up. Why do you have to try to run the whole world? It's the strain of all your business worries that's causing your trouble. He told you to take a long vacation or you'd crack up. Don't blame him for your own stubbornness." Harper snorted. His large nose developed the sound magnificently. me to a crack-up. It's the strain of trying to get some sensible, reasonable coöperation from the nincompoops I have to hire! It's the idiocy of the human race that's got me whipped! It's the—" nervous tribulations were beginning to bore him, as well as interfere with the harmony of his home. Leaping from the sofa, Harper rudely snatched the magazine from was when he saw the line about the robots. "—the only hotel staffed "Robots!" he shrilled. "You mean they've developed the things to that point? Why hasn't somebody told me? I'll have Jackson's hide! I'll disfranchise him! I'll—" "Harp!" exploded Bella. "Stop it! Maybe Jackson doesn't know a thing themselves into deceleration hammocks for the landing. And then Harper Harper was enthralled. He'd staff his offices with them. Hang the expense! There'd be no more of that obnoxious personal friction and proneness to error that was always deviling the most carefully trained office staffs! He'd investigate and find out the exact potentialities of these robots while here, and then go home and introduce them into He was immediately confronted with a sample of that human obstinacy that was slowly driving him mad. Machines, he sighed to himself. desk clerk who, poor man, was a high strung fellow human instead of a robot. Harper watched him shrinking and turning pale lavender in the stress of the argument. the hotel is staffed entirely with robots. They're much more expensive, Harper smirked. "My good woman, I'm not a robot. Robots, of course, and another voice, male, roared out at Harper's elbow. irate newcomer. Hastily he pushed a tagged key at Harper. Harper opened his eyes. Two robots were bending over him. He saw that There was a tentative knock on the door. "Come in," called Harper "Say, pardner," he said hoarsely, "you haven't seen any of them robots Harper scowled. "Oh, haven't I?" he grated. "Robots! Do you know what they did to me." Indignation lit fires in his pale eyes. "Came in here while I was lying down peacefully digesting the first meal I've enjoyed in months, dragged me off to the surgery, and pumped it all out! The only meal I've enjoyed in months!" Blackly he sank his chin onto his fist and contemplated the outrage. "Why didn't you stop 'em?" reasonably asked the visitor. "Stop a robot?" Harper glared pityingly. "How? You can't reason with try it!" He ground his teeth together in futile rage. "And to think I had the insane notion that robots were the last word! Why, I was ready to staff my offices with the things!" But just then the door opened briskly and two robots entered. With a horrified stare, Harper clutched his maltreated stomach. He saw a third wrong with me! Take it away! I'm only here for a rest-cure! Believe me! Take it away!" The robots ignored him. For the first time in his spectacular and ruthless career Harper was up against creatures that he could neither bribe, persuade nor browbeat, inveigle nor ignore. It shattered his ebbing self-confidence. He began waving his hands helplessly. The robots not only ignored Harper. They paid no attention at all to Stolidly they picked Harper up, plunked him into the chair, strapped but as usual a robot voice answered sweetly, mechanically, and meaninglessly. He hung up and went miserably to bed. Something that concerned robots. But he was too exhausted to think it out. For five days now his pet robots had put him through an ordeal that made him flinch every time he thought about it. Which wasn't often, since he was almost past thinking. They plunked him into stinking mud-baths and held him there until he was well-done to the bone, he was sure. They soaked him in foul, steaming irradiated waters until he gagged. They brought him weird concoctions to eat and drink and then stood over him until he consumed them. They purged and massaged and exercised him. Whenever they let him alone, he simply collapsed into bed and slept. There was nothing else to do anyway. They'd taken his clothes and the accustomed. He closed his mind to the fact that he was sleeping for hours on end like the proverbial baby, and that he was getting such an appetite that he could almost relish even that detestable mush they sent him for breakfast. He was determined to be furious. As soon as he could wake up enough to be. and gave me the wrong key. I'll bet you're supposed to have this room Harper looked at his watch. "Time to go. Relax, old man. The robots Harper had guessed right. Gleefully from the doorway of his new room he watched the robots wheel away his equally delighted neighbor for his first treatment. Then he closed the door and began to don Jake's clothing. The result was unique. He looked like a small boy in his father's up on a skinny neck from a collar three sizes too big. And he was shoeless. He was completely unable to navigate in Jake's number twelves. But Harper was a determined man. He didn't even flinch from Only the robots were immune to Harper Breen's progress across the huge Frantically he pushed the button that would summon the robot guard. "No you don't!" yelled Harper. "I want to see the manager!" Nimbly he circled the guard and leaped behind the desk. He began to throw things at the robots. Things like inkwells and typewriters and card indexes. "Stop it!" begged the clerk. "You'll wreck the system! We'll never get it straight again! Stop it!" "Call them off!" snarled Harper. "Call them off or I'll ruin your switchboard!" He put a shoulder against it and prepared to heave. Brushing aside the startled secretary in the outer cubicle, Harper man—" he began. "Don't 'my-good-man' me!" snapped Harper. He glared back at the manager. Reaching as far across the expanse of desktop as he could robots!" he muttered. do you mean, you don't know? You're threatening to take our shirts, aren't you?" and years younger. He came across to them actually beaming. It was the first pleasant expression they had seen on his face in years. after all. "All right! Yes, sir! But aren't you going to use some of those robots for office help? Aren't they efficient and all that?" Harper's smile vanished. "Don't even mention such a thing!" he yelped. "You don't know what you're saying! I lived with those things for weeks. I wouldn't have one around! Keep 'em in the factory where they belong!"

<question>:
Why did the two robots sedate Harper in his room?

<options>:
A They were going to put him through an intense fitness, diet, and sleep regimen he had requested.
B They thought he was Jake Ellis.
C They realized he wanted to take advantage of them for his own profit.
D They didn't like him and wanted to scare him.

<answer>:

B