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 For all of five minutes Harper stood it. Then with a frenzied lunge prize fathead! I've paid him a fortune in fees. I haven't slept for weeks. I can't eat anything but soup. My nerves are jangling like a four-alarm fire. And what does he prescribe? A blasted jiggling baby carriage! Why, I ought to send him the bill for it!" Completely 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's hands twitched violently. "Don't mention that fiasco!" he rasped. "That deal nearly cost me my shirt! Water, hell! Those wells spewed up the craziest conglomeration of liquids ever tapped!" were the complete antithesis of Harper's picked-crow physique and ever discovered anywhere? Don't you know that a syndicate has built the largest extra-terrestial hotel of the solar system there and that people are flocking to it to get cured of whatever ails 'em? Old man, you missed a bet!" they use in the rockets nowadays is as good as a rest-cure it sort of into its components without the need for chemical processing. There's a fortune waiting for the man who corners that fungus market and learns to process the stuff!" Scribney had gauged his victim's mental processes accurately. The magazine sagged in Harp's hands, and his sharp eyes became shrewd and calculating. He even forgot to twitch. "Maybe you're right, Scrib," he acknowledged. "Combine a rest-cure with business, eh?" Raising the magazine, he began reading the advertisement. And that was when he saw the line about the robots. "—the only hotel staffed point? Why hasn't somebody told me? I'll have Jackson's hide! I'll disfranchise him! I'll—" about it, whatever it is! If it's something at the Emerald Star Hotel, why don't you just go and find out for yourself instead of throwing a tantrum? That's the only sensible way!" The trip out did Harper a world of good. Under the influence of the soporific gas that permeated the rocket, he really relaxed for the He could see at once that they had been developed to an amazingly high state of perfection. How, he wondered again, had this been done without 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 robot. Harper watched him shrinking and turning pale lavender in the you charge, you should be able to give me a television star if I want one! I won't have another of those damnable robots in my room, do you hear?" really, than human employees, but so much more efficient, you know. Admit it, they give excellent service, don't they, now?" Toothily he I might just as well have a set of push buttons in the room. I want someone to Harper smirked. "My good woman, I'm not a robot. Robots, of course, Harper one of the leading business executives of the earth. Harper's implacable stare won his point. Wiping beads of moisture from his forehead, the clerk fumbled for a card, typed it out, and was about to pallid smile he pressed a button and consigned Harper to the care of a silent and efficient robot. busy producing enzymes that were going to be worth millions for him and his associates. There remained only the small detail of discovering how to extract them economically and to process them on this more than arid Leaning back in his cushioned chair, he even more boldly lit a slim cigar—his first in months—and inhaled happily. For once old Scribney had certainly been right, he reflected. Yes sir, Scrib had rung the bell, and he wasn't the man to forget it. With a wonderful sense of well-being he returned to his room and prepared to relax. Harper opened his eyes. Two robots were bending over him. He saw that Harper scowled. "Oh, haven't I?" he grated. "Robots! Do you know what "Stop a robot?" Harper glared pityingly. "How? You can't reason with ruthless career Harper was up against creatures that he could neither The robots not only ignored Harper. They paid no attention at all to There was something nagging at Harper's mind. Something he should do. flesh-colored instead of the parchment yellow to which he had become 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 and I'm getting your treatments. Why don't we switch rooms and see what happens?" "Say, maybe you're right!" Jake's eyes gleamed at last with hope. "I'll get my clothes." Jake, looking over Harper's skimpy frame, grunted doubtfully. "Maybe you could tie 'em on so they wouldn't slip. And roll up the cuffs. It's okay with me, but just don't lose something when you're down there in that fancy lobby." Harper looked at his watch. "Time to go. Relax, old man. The robots Only the robots were immune to Harper Breen's progress across the huge "No you don't!" yelled Harper. "I want to see the manager!" Nimbly he "Call them off!" snarled Harper. "Call them off or I'll ruin your Brushing aside the startled secretary in the outer cubicle, Harper "Don't 'my-good-man' me!" snapped Harper. He glared back at the don't, somebody else will. And if nobody sues, we'll go broke anyway, at the rate our guest list is declining. I'm ready to hand in my resignation." robots, but they haven't yet. Only we had to find it out the hard way. We—" he grimaced disgustedly—"had to pioneer in the use of robots. And it cost us so much that we can't afford to reconvert to human help. So—Operation Robot is about to bankrupt the syndicate." Meticulously Harper clipped and lit his cigar. "It seems to me that reasonable price, of course—and forget the outrages I've suffered at your establishment." Hayes leaned toward him incredulous. "You mean you want these robots into consideration that it would be an experiment for me, too. And there's the suit I'm clearly justified in instituting. However, I'm Harper gazed out at the stunned audience. This was more like the And indeed, Harper was stepping briskly downward, looking spry and fit and years younger. He came across to them actually beaming. It was the first pleasant expression they had seen on his face in years. again!" Harper smirked. "Yep, I turned a neat little deal. I bought out Hagerty's Enzymes and staffed the plant with the hotel's robots. Got both of 'em dirt cheap. Both concerns going bankrupt because they didn't have sense enough to swap their workers. Feel I owe you a bit "All right?" Scribney gulped. Why, the dried-up little turnip was human 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.

<question>:
Why was Harper strongly in favor of automation?

<options>:
A New technology was a sign of sophistication.
B He appreciated machine silence and accuracy.
C He wanted to do less work and maximize profits.
D It potentially would save him a lot of money.

<answer>:

B