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

<passage>:
Mr. Meek Plays Polo Mr. Meek was having his troubles. First, the Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] Atomic Motors Repaired. Busted Plates Patched Up. Rocket Tubes Relined. Wheeze In, Whiz Out! Mr. Oliver Meek stared owlishly at the sign, which hung from an arm A bit bewildered, but determined not to show it, Meek swung away from almost identical construction, semi-spherical and metal. Out here, Meek realized, shelter was the thing. Architecture merely for architecture's The other, according to the crudely painted legend smeared above its entrance lock, was the shop. One, Meek noticed, belonged to the Solar Health and Welfare Meek knew, to take on a cargo of radiation moss. But the other was a puzzler. Meek wrinkled his brow and blinked his eyes, trying to figure Slowly and carefully, Meek clumped toward the squat repair shop. Once "Like dewdrops in the black of space," Meek mumbled to himself. But he immediately felt ashamed of himself for growing poetic. This sector of space, he knew, was not in the least poetic. It was hard and savage and as he thought about that, he hitched up his gun belt and struck out spun outward and a moment later Meek had passed through the entrance Meek stamped his feet gratefully, pleased at feeling Earth gravity be-whiskered roamer of the outer orbits. Meek's hair was white and Meek tried again. "I saw the sign. It said you could fix anything. So "I ran into a swarm of pebbles," Meek confessed. "Not much more than Meek cleared his throat uneasily. "I'm afraid it's more than a puncture. A pebble got into the instruments. Washed out some of them." The mechanic clucked sympathetically. "You're lucky. Tough job to "I haven't got a navigator," Meek said, quietly. Meek gulped and nodded. "Dead reckoning," he said. "Really I'm not," said Meek. "I haven't done much piloting, you see. Up "I learned it," said Meek. "Thank you," said Meek, "but there's something else I'm wondering "Game?" asked Meek, wondering if he was being hoaxed. "That doesn't make sense," protested Meek. anything so low it didn't yearn for betterment. "But those terrible feuds," she protested. "Fighting just because they live in different parts of the Ring. It's natural they might feel some rivalry, but all this killing! Surely they don't enjoy getting killed." "Sure they enjoy it," declared Moe. "Not being killed, maybe ... although they're willing to take a chance on that. Not many of them get killed, in fact. Just a few that get sort of careless. But even if some of them are killed, you can't go messing around with that feud "But they could fight with something besides guns," said the welfare lady, a-smirk with righteousness. "That's why I'm here. To try to get them to turn their natural feelings of rivalry into less deadly and disturbing channels. Direct their energies into other activities." demanded. "Got your message, I did, and here I am. But it better be important." and yank Bud up by the roots." He took a jolt of liquor. "Yes, sir, I sure aim to crucify him." His eyes lighted on Miss Henrietta Perkins. ripping up space for a long time now. Time you growed up and settled down. You're aiming on going over right now and pulverizing Bud. It won't do you any good." "I'll get a heap of satisfaction out of it," insisted Gus. "And, besides, I'll get my injector back. Might even take a few things off Bud's ship. Some of the parts on mine are wearing kind of thin." "Merely to help you, Mr. Hamilton," she declared. "To turn your hatreds into healthy competition." "Games, eh?" said Gus. "Maybe you got something, after all. Maybe we society." "It wouldn't be no nice, respectable game the way you fellows would play it," predicted Moe. "It would turn into mass murder. Wouldn't be one of you who wouldn't be planning on getting even with someone else, "Space polo," declared Meek, "is a noble game. It requires expert "But," protested Meek, "but ... but." "Yes," said Meek, "I'm interested in them. I'd like to see them." kind of metal, but alloys especially. Eat the stuff. They'll tromp you to death heading for a spaceship. Got so I had to move over to another rock to live. Tried to fight it out with them, but they whipped me pure and simple. Moved out and let them have the place after they started to Meek looked crestfallen. Meek gulped. He could imagine what stilt walking would be like in a Oliver Meek cautiously wedged his stilts into two pitted pockets of Even in his youth, Meek remembered, he never had been any great shakes practically no gravity, a man had to be an expert to handle them. Meek Comfortably braced against the upjutting of stone, Meek dug into the Which, Meek knew, should have meant that some solution had been reached, some point won, some advantage gained. The whole thing was squirrely. But, Meek told himself, it fitted in. them out, they made possible the medical magic of the famous radiation moss. wilted and died. And because Earth needed the moss to cure a dozen maladies and because orbits like chips riding the crest of a raging flood. Men who endured loneliness, dared death when crunching orbits intersected or, when rickety spacecraft flared, who went mad with nothing to do, with the Meek shrugged his shoulders, almost upsetting himself. The bugs had started the game and Meek craned forward cautiously, to be ... they didn't seem to alternate the moves. Although, Meek Just as one would do when one made a mistake working a mathematical problem ... going back to the point of error and going on again from there. "Well, I'll be...." Mr. Meek said. Meek stiffened and the stylus floated out of his hand, settled softly Meek leaned forward to watch, forgetting where he was. One of the stilts slipped out of position and Meek felt himself start to fall. He The other stilt went, then, and Meek found himself floating slowly "But you got the injector back," Meek pointed out. "Oh, sure, I got it back," admitted Gus. "But it wasn't orthodox, it wasn't. Just getting your property back ain't getting even. I never did have a chance to smack Bud in the snoot the way I should of smacked all that. Otherwise Bud never would have given her that injector." He shook his head dolefully. "This here Ring ain't ever going to be the same again. If we don't watch out, we'll find ourselves being polite to one another." "That would be awful," agreed Meek. Meek squinted his eyes and pounced on the floor, scrabbling on hands into solid metal and pull the hole in after them, seems like. Sneakiest cusses in the whole dang system. Just like chiggers back on Earth." out, I really mean fight it out. For the game, it seems, will be a sort of tournament, the final battle in a feud that has been going on in the Ring for years. No one knows what started the feud. It has gotten so it really doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is that when feud is taken up again. But that is at an end now. In a few days the feud will be played out to its bitter end when the ships from the Inner

<question>:
What was Meek’s original intention in taking to space flight?

<options>:
A Intellectual study of life on Saturn
B Escape
C Curiosity
D Revenge

<answer>:

C