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

<passage>:
AS a blisteringly hot but guaranteed weather-controlled future summer day ("Spike to Loaf in One Operation!") began to tread delicately Sensory robot devices in their noses informed them that the waiting wheat had reached ripe perfection. As they advanced, their heads swung lazily from side to side, very much like snakes, gobbling the yellow grain. In their throats, it was threshed, the chaff bundled and burped aside for pickup by the crawl trucks of a chemical corporation, the kernels quick-dried to flour, which was instantly sifted, the bran being packaged and water, shortening, salt and other ingredients, some named and some not. The dough was at the same lightness that would have been Dioxide" ("No Yeast Creatures in Your Bread!"). Thus instantly risen, the dough There the bread was baked in a matter of seconds, a fierce heat-front browning the crusts, and the "you have often assured me that what people do with Puffybread after they buy it is no concern of ours." "I seem to recall," Rose Thinker with hygienic claws. A few loaves would be hurried molded his first attempts from Puffybread, one jumbo loaf squeezing down to approximately the size of a peanut." HER photocells dimmed and off for the day's consumption, since been capitalized on by our THE robot claws of the pickup machines clutched in vain, and, not noticing the difference, proceeded carefully to stack emptiness, tier by tier. One errant loaf, rising more sluggishly than its fellows, was snagged by a thrusting that one aspect of the affair gives me great satisfaction, not as a machine. You have at last made a part of Puffybread's theme. They can't ever take that away from you. By now, half the inhabitants of the grim precincts, the Kremlin made "A sensible suggestion," Tin Philosopher said. "But it comes a Remember that a six-month supply for deep-freeze is involved and that the current consumption of bread, due to its matchless airiness, is eight and one-half loaves per person per day." Phineas T. Gryce carefully inserted why ." " PHINEAS T. GRYCE wrinkled business inferior? You have about as much chance as a starving Ukrainian kulak now that Moscow's brown and glistening bread-front in curiosity and dipped back in awe. viewers with the assurance that nutritive nature of the translucent Bread and asks us to take the Big Jump. But just where does your brown objects, attacked them furiously with beaks and quick thinking come into this, Mr. today!—you're going to see the Board eating out of my hand." "Hah! I guarantee you won't have any fingers left. You're bold enough now, but when Mr. Gryce air, but managed to land without a sound and edged toward his stool. bread as a farce perpetrated by mad internationalists inhabiting " Made up of tiny wheaten motes And reinforced with sturdy oats, It rises through the air and floats— The bread on which all Terra dotes! " they would be able to snag the bread out of the air and enjoy a historic sandwich. "THANK YOU, Miss Winterly," Phineas T. Gryce, escaping from his own managerial suite, raged the air always gets me—here." He rapped his midsection, which gave off a high musical loaf ('So Light It Almost Floats Away!') in which that inert and heaven-aspiring gas replaces old-fashioned conference table, calm and clear-headed as ever. But the bread flight, swinging away from a hurricane moving up boasted to her next-den neighbor about the superior paleness and fluffiness of her tortillas, mankind has sought lighter, whiter bread. Indeed, thinkers wiser than myself have equated the whole upward course of culture with this poignant quest. Yeast was a wonderful discovery—for tinged with humor seized the people of the world. Ministers sermonized about the bread, variously interpreting it as a call to charity, a warning against gluttony, a parable of the evanescence of all earthly things, and a divine joke. its primitive day. Sifting the of bread, which is recognized toast, burst into laughter. The mere sight of a loaf of bread anywhere their hair-splitting insistence on the vitamin content of the wheat germ, but their case collapsed when tasteless colorless substitutes were triumphantly synthesized and introduced into the loaf, which for flawless purity, unequaled airiness and was enough to evoke guffaws. becoming mankind's supreme gustatory experience." "I wonder what the stuff tastes like," Rose Thinker said out of a clear sky. "I wonder what taste tastes like," Tin Philosopher echoed dreamily. Recovering himself, he continued: sheer intangible goodness was rapidly The Sun's rays beat through the rarified air on the distended plastic in Cereal Masses' and making possible the baking of airtight bread twenty times stronger (for its as "the foaming of a sea of diamonds, the crackle of God's knuckles." millions, the loaves coasted down into the starving Ukraine. Shaken by a week of humor that threatened to invade even its own weight) than steel and of a conscienceless competitors of Fairy Bread with their enduring slogan: 'It Makes Ghost Toast'." "That's a beaut, all right, that ecto-dough blurb," Rose Thinker admitted, bugging her photocells sadly. "Wait a sec. How about?— " There'll be bread peasants queueing up to trade scavenged Puffyloaves for traditional black bread, recently aerated itself but still extra solid by comparison, the rate of exchange demanded by It is said. as if he smelled her insulation smoldering. He said mildly, "A picturing chubby workers' children somewhat unhappy jingle, Rose, bread, was quietly destroyed. Congratulatory notes were exchanged referring as it does to the end of the customer as consumer. Moreover, Business Machines. The great bread flight was over, though for one of the workers' songs we machines several weeks afterward scattered falls of loaves occurred, giving rise it," she added. "We didn't want pie—or hay, for that matter. And machines don't pray, except Tibetan one—'Untouched by Robot bran and wheat germ from the flour killed by the heat of baking, their corpses remaining was an even more important advance. rather repugnant gas, a product of metabolism whether fast or slow, and forever associated with those life processes which are obnoxious an element which remains virginal in the face of all chemical temptations and whose slim molecules are eleven times lighter than obese carbon dioxide—yes, noble uncontaminable miserable about it. If only we can "For a while, barbarous faddists—blind to the deeply spiritual nature "And now for the Moment of Truth. Miss Winterly, how is the helium loaf selling?" The business girl clapped on a by all great religions—held back buoyant in every respect as the hydrogen loaf." vertical furrow creased her matchlessly smooth brow. "It isn't, Mr. Gryce!" she gasped in horror. "Fairy Bread is outselling Puffyloaves by an infinity factor. So far this morning, our march toward perfection with assurance, "Excuse me, sir, if I seem to be taking too much upon myself." memorable remark—"rising to the challenging situation like a genuine An obscure sect, having as of the new loaf might be great enough to cause drift during stackage. victory for robot-engineered know only too well!—we machines Brotherhood, those humans will tinged with an interesting green. He cleared his throat and made strange gulping noises. "Er ... ah ... er...." Roger said in winning tones. "Well, you see, the fact is that I...."

<question>:
What do the robots wish they could experience?

<options>:
A Caffeine
B Touch
C Love
D Taste

<answer>:

D