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

<passage>:
By HANNES BOK She prayed that a God would come from the skies and carry her away to bright adventures. But when he came in a metal globe, she knew only It was twilight on Venus—the rusty red that the eyes notice when the clearing and into the jungle. There was laughter, then someone's faint and wistful sigh. One of the voices mourned, in the twittering Venusian speech, "How I envy you, Koroby! I wish I were being married tonight, like you!" Koroby stared defiantly at the laughing faces of her bridesmaids. She shrugged hopelessly. "I don't care," she said slowly. "It will be nice to have Yasak for a husband—yes. And perhaps I do love him. I don't know." She tightened her lips as she reflected on it. She left them, moving gracefully to the door. Venus-girls were was—compared to her friends'—voluptuous. She rested against the door-frame, watching the red of the afterglow had to strain forward to hear her. "I wish that there were other worlds than this—and that someone would drop out of the skies and claim me ... and take me away from here, away from all this—this monotony!" if only He would come ... the man of my dreams!" There was a rap at the doorway they turned. One of the litter-bearers whenever you can!" "Goodbye, Koroby!" "Goodbye! Goodbye!" They crowded around her, embracing, babbling farewells, shreds of advice. Trossa began to cry. Finally Koroby broke and again, "Oh, if only—!" But the music trickled on, and nothing happened the litter seemed to float along—none of the bearers even stumbled. steeply walled by cliffs of verdure. The litter jerked as it glided along, and Koroby heard one of the bearers exclaim gruffly, "Listen!" Then the litter resumed its dream-like floating on the backs of the men. "What was it?" another bearer asked. happened, that thunder—was it going to storm! They waited, but nothing further happened—there were no more stabs of "You can't do that!" a carrier cried. "Well, then, you take me," she said over her shoulder. Grumbling, they bent to the conveyance's poles, and Koroby lithely slipped to the cushions. They turned off the path, plodded through the deep grass toward the light. The litter lurched violently as their By the time they reached the source of the light, they were quite demoralized. The musicians had not accompanied them, preferring to bride had gone off on a mad journey. The bearers were powdered grey with dust, striped with blood where the dry grass-stems had cut them. They were exhausted and panting. Koroby was walking beside them, for they had abandoned the litter finally. Her blue drapery was ripped and rumpled land. A thousand feet away a gigantic metal object lay on the sand, crumpled as though it had dropped from a great distance. It had been globular before the crash, and was pierced with holes like windows. crumpled part, and a strange bubbling and hissing filled the air. Koroby stopped short, clasping her hands and involuntarily uttering a squeal of joyful excitement, for between her and the blaze, his eyes on the destruction, stood a man..... to the man's side and gently touched him again. He turned, and her heart faltered: she swayed with bliss. Even his feet were covered. Perhaps it was armor—though the Venus-men Venus!" he said slowly. Here the similarity between her dream and actual experience ended. What was he thinking as he eyed her for a long moment? She had no way of guessing. He said, "No, I am not going to take you back there." Her have a personal problem now," he said, making a peculiar sound that was not quite a sigh. "Here I am stranded on Venus, my ship utterly wrecked, and I'm due at the Reisezek Convention in two weeks. You"—he by now had died to a fitful glimmer. Then the stranger and the girl started toward the jungle, where the litter-bearers awaited them. As the party was struggling through the prairie's tall grass, the man signal—" He was walking along, head erect, apparently quite at ease, while the litter bearers and Koroby could barely drag themselves with him. The "Call me Robert. It is an ancient name on Terra." "Robert," she said, and, "Robert." But at last she could go no farther. She had forced herself along because she wanted to impress this indifferent man that she was not as inferior as he might think—but now she could not go on. With a little cry almost of relief, she sank to the ground and lay semi-conscious, so weary that the very pain of it seemed on the point of pleasure. Robert dipped down, scooped her up, and carried her. Lights glimmered ahead Yasak in it. The litter-carriers who could still speak blurted out what had happened. "A green light—loud sounds—fire—this man there—" and then dropped into sleep. "Someone carry these men," Yasak ordered. To Robert he said, "We're not "It makes no difference," Robert said. glanced at Robert furtively to see if this had impressed him at all. "You haven't been ill. They brought you in last night." "Oh," Koroby said disappointedly, and sat upright. "I feel as if I'd been lying here for weeks. Where's Yasak? Where's the strange man in armor?" one of the carved chairs, fussing over some scraps of metal on the table. He did not look up. "Thank you for carrying me, Robert." He did not reply. "Robert—I dreamed of you last night. I dreamed you built another round house and that we both flew away in it. Yasak had to stay behind, and he was furious. Robert! Aren't you listening?" "I hear you." "Don't you think it was an exciting dream?" He shook his head. "But why? Robert"—she laid longing hands on his shoulders—"can't you see "Robert—I'm mad about you! I've dreamed of your coming—all my life! could kill you!" Robert stood immobile, no trace of feeling marring the sprang at him. "You'll hurt yourself," he admonished kindly, and after she had pummeled his chest, bruising her fingers on his armor, she turned away. "And now if you're through playing your incomprehensible little scene," Robert said, "I hope you will excuse me. I regret that I have no emotions—I was never allowed them. But it is an esthetic regret.... I must go back to my wrecked ship now and arrange the signals there." He Robert was walking away. Her eyes hardened, and her fingers spread and calling after him, "Robert! Robert! Come back!" but he did not seem now and then. He was running, trying to outrace the flames. Then they swept around him, circling him—his arms flailed frantically. The fire had passed over the horizon. The air was blue with smoke, difficult to breathe, and ashes were drifting lightly down like dove-colored snow. Yasak, watery eyed, a cloth pressed to his nose, was walking with several others over the smoking earth and still warm ashes "He fell about here," he said, and began to probe the ashes with the stick. He struck something. "Here he is!" he cried. The others hurried to the spot and scooped ashes away, dog-fashion, until Robert's remains were laid clear. There were exclamations of amazement and perplexity from the people. caked with soot. "He wasn't human at all!" Yasak marvelled. "He was some kind of a toy

<question>:
How did Robert feel about becoming stranded on Venus?

<options>:
A He was unmoved by the situation
B He was eager to explore Venus while he fixed his ship
C He was anxious to fix his ship and return to Terra
D He felt lucky to have survived the crash

<answer>:

A