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

<passage>:
Manet thumbed through the manual in mechanical frustration. As he did Manet just didn't know when to stop! William Manet was alone. Manet gave one final spurt from the flesh-sprayer and stood back. Manet stepped forward, lifted the model's left eyelid, tweaked his nose. As the device twisted as handily as good intentions, Manet realized Manet stared at the tiny wreck. "To say the least." No one on Earth was as lonely as William Manet, and even William Manet Manet was Atmosphere Seeder Station 131-47's own human. All Manet had to do was sit in the beating aluminum heart in the middle of the chalk desert and stare out, chin cupped in hands, at the flat, Manet felt nothing more at this information than an esthetic pleasure flat pavement of dirty talcum, at the stars gleaming as hard in the and one of which was Earth. He had to do nothing else. The whole gimcrack was cybernetically controlled, entirely automatic. No one was needed here—no human being, at least. black sky as a starlet's capped teeth ... stars two of which were moons isolate themselves in a useless job. They got, instead, William Manet "What's so bad about that?" Manet asked with some interest. and his fellows. The Overseers were to stay as long as the job required. Passenger fare to Mars was about one billion dollars. They weren't providing commuter service for night shifts. They weren't providing accommodations for couples when the law specified only one occupant. They weren't providing fuel (at fifty million dollars a gallon) for visits between But it was two hundred thousand a year in salary, and it offered wonderful opportunities. It gave William Manet an opportunity to think he saw a spaceship making a tailfirst landing on the table of the desert, its tail burning as the various Overseers. They weren't very providential. Manet suspected hallucination, but in an existence with all the pallid kind of climaxing release of terror. So Manet put on the pressure suit he had been given because he would never need it, and marched out to meet the visiting spaceship. He wasn't quite clear how he came from walking effortlessly across the Martian plain that had all the distance-perpetuating qualities of a kid's crank movie machine to the comfortable interior of a strange Manet's eyes wondered down to heavy water tumbler full of rich, amber "That's what I'm trying to tell you," Manet said irritably, his social me exactly. Trader Tom Service—Serving the Wants of the Spaceman Between the Stars. Of course, 'stars' is poetic. Any point of light in the sky in a star. We service the planets." Manet took the tumbler in both hands and drank. It was good whiskey, immensely powerful. "The government wouldn't pay for somebody serving the wants of spacemen," he exploded. "Ah," Trader Tom said, cautionary. He moved nearer the fire and warmed government service. I represent free enterprise." spaceship. It takes a combine of nations." "But remember only that businessmen are reactionary. It's well-known. Ask anyone on the street. Businessmen are reactionary even beyond the ? My businessmen have gone back to the barter system. Between them, they have the raw materials, the trained men, the man-hours to make a spaceship. So they make it. Damned reactionaries, all of my principals." "I don't believe you," Manet stated flatly. His conversation had grown from running a trading ship among scattered exploration posts on the planets? What could you give us that a benevolent government doesn't already supply us with? And if there was anything, how could we pay for it? My year's salary wouldn't cover the transportation costs of this "And I could buy anything that I wanted with it?" Manet demanded. Manet finished the mellow whiskey and looked into the glass. It seemed . I am a trader—Trader Tom. I trade with many parties. There are, for example ... extraterrestrials." "Folk legend!" "On the contrary, Manet gave in to it. "I want to be not alone," he said. Manet handed back the pen and stared at the laminated card in his hand. When he looked up from the card, Manet saw the box. Trader Tom was picture on the lid showing men, women and children moving through a busy city street. The red and blue letters said: LIFO "What's the cost?" Manet asked. "Before I accept it, I have to know the "Suppose I'm the first?" Manet suggested reasonably. Manet didn't open the box. He let it fade quietly in the filtered but Manet puttered around the spawning monster, trying to brush the copper Finally, Manet woke up one morning. He lay in the sheets of his bunk, crumbled as easily as ideals. But Manet was old enough to remember the Manet opened the book and, turning one blank page, found the title . Manet tried to flip past this Manet flipped back to page one. outside. Not a thing. There was always something missing from kits. Cheerfulness was a personality trait Manet had thumbed out for him. "Only in the air," Manet corrected him. Intelligence was one of the factors Manet had punched to suppress. any more than Manet, but he could (and did) know less. He had seen to Manet knew it all. He had heard it all before. human being? Of course, Ronald wasn't an original human being. He was a copy. Manet had been interested in the Fabulous Forties—Lt. "Hoot" Gibson, Manet's only consolidation was that Ronald's tastes were lower than his Manet blocked it deftly and threw a right cross. Manet stepped inside the swing and lifted an uppercut to the ledge of "Had enough?" he asked Manet. Manet dropped his fists to his sides and turned away. "Yes." Manet scrunched up inside himself in impotent fury. Manet's eyes orbitted towards the checkerboard. But if he were so much more stupid than he, Manet, why was it that Manet lay stretched out on his back, naked, in front of the transparent By rolling his eyes back in his head, Manet could see over a hedge of eyebrows for several hundred flat miles of white sand. And several hundred miles of desert could see him. It irritated Manet. He never understood how the British had got the God's paternal uncle. "As you on Mars may know, there has been much discussion as to how long it will require to complete the present an official government estimate. The news for you is good, if you are becoming nostalgic for home, or not particularly bad if you are counting on drawing your handsome salary for the time spent on Mars. We have every reason to believe our Finally, Manet went back to the solarium and dragged the big box out. Manet selected the ripple-finished gray-covered manual from the Manet opened the book to the chapter headed: Veronica crept up behind Manet and slithered her hands up his back and Manet folded his arms stoically and added: "Please don't talk." Manet elbowed Veronica away in a gentlemanly fashion. less equipped with Manet's own store of information, than Ronald. Ronald's cries grew louder as Manet marched Veronica through the Manet threw back the bolt and wheeled back the hatch. Ronald looked just the same as had when Manet had seen him last. His Ronald didn't say anything to Manet. "You," Manet said to Veronica with a shove in the small of the back, "Do you know what I'm going to do with you?" Manet demanded. "I'm going Manet slammed the hatch in disgust. Manet walked carefully down the corridor, watching streamers of Manet giggled. "What? What was that? Do you suggest that I take you diligently, Manet concluded that there weren't enough parts left in the

<question>:
What did Manet find in the desert?

<options>:
A Nothing, he was hallucinating
B A businessman in a spaceship
C A cabin with a fireplace
D A spaceship sent by the government

<answer>:

B