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

<passage>:
Putting people painlessly to sleep is really a depressing job. It keeps me awake at night thinking of all those bodies I have sent to relentless perfectionist. I washed them down with gin and orange juice and sat back, building up my fortitude to do business over the powers of deduction would have seen through him in an instant!" masochistic mystics, I had to face one of my superiors from the "Warden Walker, I've been following your career with considerable wanted to believe them. The stories gave them what they were mention that nobody could last that long in my job. At least, none had yet. after—without me having to break the law and put them to sleep for "My career hasn't been very long, sir," I said modestly. I didn't crimes they hadn't committed. "Hey, Warden," Captain Keller bellowed as I approached my office "It's not that. I just don't think he deserves any special privileges. them or turn them free we have to imprison them." "Of course, it's barbaric to think of a prison as a place of punishment," I continued. "A prison is a place to keep a criminal away from society for a specific time so he can't harm that society for that time. Punishment, rehabilitation, all of it is secondary to that. The purpose of confinement is confinement." The councilman edged forward an inch. "And you really think Dreamland "Well," I hedged, "it's the most humane we've found yet. I suppose living through a—uh—movie with full sensory participation for year after year can get boring." "I should think so," Coleman said emphatically. "Warden, don't you sometimes feel the old system where the prisoners had the diversions of riots, solitary confinement, television, and jailbreaks may have made time easier to serve? Do these men ever think they are actually "Coleman," I said, "you can get out of here. As warden, I'm granting living these vicarious adventures?" of yellow light. "I don't approve of your decision, Warden. Not at you a five-year probation." The councilman stood up swiftly, his eyes catching little sparks it back to my original choice. Committee that your decisions are becoming faulty, that you are losing your grip just as all your predecessors did." "Tell me, Councilman, what happened to the offer to release me from I cleared my throat. "Unless they go mad and really believe the dream they are living. But as you know, sir, the rate of madness among a whole." "How do prisoners like that adjust to reality?" Was he deliberately trying to ask tough questions? "They don't. They "Yes, sir," I replied. "By letting the prisoner project his own "As I said, I've been following your career closely, and if you a relatively short sentence of a few months or a few years. I can think of two reasons why. The answer is probably a combination of get through the next twenty-four-hour period as you have through tomorrow. Congratulations!" I sat there and took it. He was telling your case," I went on. "You didn't want me to pardon you completely because of your high position, but at the same time you didn't want too long a sentence. But I'm doing you no favors. You get no time from me, Coleman." "How did you decide to do this?" he asked. "Don't tell me you never Hadn't I thought about it ever since I had been appointed warden and only a Dream, and if I admitted it, the councilman would know I was Captain Keller stuck his head in, unannounced. "Hey, Warden, there's an the Free Will of the Universe." majesty. "I've always thought," I said, "that it would be a good idea to show a prisoner what the modern penal system was all about by giving him a prisoners might be a more effective form of investigation than mere observation." be released from my Dream, he had said smugly. pad, "I can't put you back into a Dream. You served your full time for your crime. The maximum." "But I haven't adjusted to society!" "Eddie, I can shorten sentences, but I can't expand them beyond the limit set by the courts." A tear of frustration spilled out of his left eye with the next twitch. "But Warden, sir, my psychiatrist said that I was unable to cope with reality. Come on now, Warden, you don't want a guy who can't cope with " Please His eyes narrowed, both of them, on the next twitch. "Warden, I can Horbit laughed. "Your files aren't infallible, Warden." "The beamer is made of X-ray-transparent plastic, Warden, but it works Warden." and tight rules behind it. There was also something else I admired about the plan. It could work. Nothing like this had ever happened in my years as warden. all the others before him who had served long as warden of Dreamland. lives recuperating. Our society didn't produce individuals tough enough to stand the strain of putting their fellow human beings to sleep for long. "I couldn't have done it, Warden," Horbit mumbled drowsily. "I couldn't couldn't let me come to any real harm? I had been suspiciously brave, the bonds of muscle and narcotic that held him. "You have to send me back now, Warden," he was shrilling. "You have to! I tried to coerce you with a gun. That's a crime, Warden—you know that's a crime! I have to be put to sleep!" Keller flicked his mustache with a thick thumbnail. "How about that? makes him eligible. He couldn't lose, Warden. No, sir, he had it made." and brothers who demanded that their kin be Awakened because they were such awesome talents and qualities as to be exempt from the laws of religiously intolerant, I usually kicked these out pretty swiftly. The onetime inmate who wanted back in after a reprieve was fairly rare. "Warden," Paulson said, "I've decided to give myself up. I murdered a cash and I was stronger than he was, so why shouldn't I take it?" conscience, Warden. I never lie awake a minute whenever I kill free will just because you lack a little trifling proof of his guilt." guilt with another crime. Do you want a crime on your hands, Warden?" all. Unless you alter it, I'll be forced to convince the rest of the "Naw, he ain't violent, Warden. He just thinks he's somebody important." "Misuse of authority." had been guilty of slight misuses of his authority: helping his from the Committee. His job was so hypersensitive that if every transgression earned dismissal, no one could hold the position more than a day. Even with the best intentions, mistakes can be taken for deliberate errors. Not to mention the converse. For his earlier errors, Coleman had first received a suspended sentence, then two terminal sentences to be fixed by the warden. My predecessors had given him first a few weeks, then a few months of sleep in Dreamland. was a pretty foul trick, Councilman. Did you hope to somehow frighten me out of executing this sentence by what you told me this morning?" I couldn't follow his reasoning. Just how making me think my life was only a Dream such as I imposed on my own prisoners could help him, I "Warden Walker," Coleman intoned in his magnificent voice, "I'm pardon him despite the misguided rulings of the courts. Then I thought Coleman cocked his head thoughtfully, concerned. "That seems rather extreme, Warden." "You would suggest a shorter sentence?" "If it were my place to choose, yes. A few years, perhaps. But life—no, I think not." Unless— Unless what he said was literally true. Coleman smiled benignly. "Certainly, Warden." breadth or thickness—but a real one nevertheless." "An interesting theory. Go ahead." "This world is more scientifically advanced than the one you come

<question>:
What power did the warden not have?

<options>:
A Put people into dreams
B Make sentences longer
C Keep innocent people out of incarceration
D Make sentences shorter

<answer>:

B