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

<passage>:
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Galaxy Science Fiction January 1951. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] Pioneers have always resented their wanderlust, hated their hardships. But the future brings a new grudge—when "I have a chance to go with the first research expedition to Venus," to spend two years there." "You mean you would miss it here, the people you've known and grown up with, the little familiar things that have made up your life here. You're afraid the glamor would wear off and you would get to hate it on Venus." The very young man nodded miserably. "I guess that's it." "Anything else?" is worth it." "I suppose so, but—" Three years on the Moon and they didn't want him to come back. Three years on the Moon and they thought he'd be glad to stay for more. Oh, sure, he loved it. Canned coffee, canned beans, canned pills, and canned air until your insides felt as though they were plated with tin. Life in a cramped, smelly little hut where you could take only ten steps in any one direction. Their little scientific home of tomorrow with none of the modern conveniences, a charming place where you couldn't take a shower, couldn't brush your teeth, and your kidneys The key started to stutter again, demanding an answer. He tapped out his reply: " No! " it. He turned to the hammocks, strung against the bulkhead on the other asleep, making the animal noises that people usually make in slumber. to himself. Julius Klein, with that look of ineffable happiness on his face, looked as if he had just squirmed under the tent to his personal idea of heaven. Donley and Bening were lying perfectly still, their covers not mussed, sleeping very lightly. sitting on the side of his hammock. "If it had been me, I would have "Kind of. Who wouldn't be?" "Well, don't let it throw you. They've never been here on the Moon. " All looking bitter. "Some of us still have to stay here, you know. Some of us aren't going back today." No, Chapman thought, some of us aren't going back. You aren't. And Dixon's staying, too. Only Dixon isn't ever going back. and walked noiselessly over to the small electric stove. It was his day day of work on the Moon. In a few hours they'd be relieved by members of the Third research group and they'd be on their way back to Earth. going home. morning—the Moon's "morning"—and he shivered slightly. The rays of shot across the crater floor. The rest of it was still blanketed in That's what happened to guys like Dixon, Chapman thought. On the Moon, been here just twice as long as the rest of us. What's the first thing you're going to do once you get back?" you going to do?" turn over all my geological samples to the government. Then I'm going to sell my life story to the movies and then—why, then, I think I'll get drunk!" to the expedition. Then I think I'll go home and see my wife." thought. They were going to go home in a little while and the idea was "You know, Chap," Donley said, "it won't seem like the same old Moon You found a home here." getting into their suits. They still had a section of the sky to map said, "and you check me each time." "And I'd check you five hundred more," Chapman said. "It takes only one mistake. And watch out for blisters under the pumice crust. You go through one of those and that's it, brother." it. You talk about it and it just makes it worse." "The blue sky and the green grass and trees with leaves on them that out in a rain storm and strip and feel the rain on my skin." He studied his hands. "I think what I miss most is people—all kinds of people. Bad people and good people and fat people and thin people, and people I can't understand. People who wouldn't know an atom from an artichoke. And people who wouldn't give a damn. We're a quarter of a "Same reason you didn't mention your wife. You get to thinking about it." Klein flipped the lid on the specimen box. "Going to get married when "Settle down in a small cottage and raise lots of little Chapmans, eh?" Chapman nodded. "That's the only future," Klein said. "He died," Chapman said. "He was a good kid, all wrapped up in science. Being on the Moon was the opportunity of a lifetime. He thought so much about it that he forgot a lot of little things—like how to stay alive. mind at the end." Klein's face was blank. "What's your real job here, Chap? Why does And then, because you've been here a year and a half and know the ropes, you have to watch them to see that they stay alive in spite of themselves. The Moon's a new environment and you have to learn how to live in it. There's a lot of things to learn—and some people just never learn." "You're nursemaid, then." "I suppose you could call it that." stay over, I volunteered. I thought the others were so important that it was better they should take their samples and data back to Earth I care. I've put in my time it's somebody else's turn now. He know how much you hate it and the time you put in up here. It's just—" His voice trailed away. "It's just that I think it's such a damn important job." its meager belongings to the bag. He hadn't actually needed to pack, of course. In less than twenty-four hours he'd be back on Earth where he could drown himself in toothpaste and buy more tee shirts than he could wear in a lifetime. He could leave behind his shorts and socks and the outsize shirts he had But it wasn't like going home unless you packed. It was part of the to the Moon. today. mean, considering the advance of—" "No," Chapman interrupted bluntly. "I don't. Not at least for ten years. The fuel's too expensive and the trip's too hazardous. On freight charges alone you're worth your weight in platinum when they something. evaporating. "If you have any report to make, I think you had better get at it," It would eat at him like a cancer. Cowardice is the one thing for which no man ever forgives himself. group had been when they had landed. Like Chapman had been in the First. Donley and the others were all over them. How was it back on Earth? Who had won the series? Was so-and-so still teaching at the university? What was the international situation? Was the sky still blue, was the grass still green, did the leaves still turn color in the autumn, did people still love and cry and were there still people who didn't know what an atom was and didn't give a damn? them—a husky, red-faced kid named Williams—was opening a box about a of walking on it and lying on its cool thickness during those sultry summer nights when it was too hot to sleep indoors. smuggle something like that up to the Moon instead of his phonograph. "I've always wanted to meet the man who's spent more time here than . They're working on unmanned, open-side rockets they'd like to see you stay. They feel if they're going to enlarge it, add more bunkers and have more men up here, that a man of practical experience should be running things. They figure that you're the only imagine any man would like being here all the time. They're prepared to consider anything else you had in mind, if it was more money or...." "The answer is no," Chapman said. "I'm not interested in more money for staying because I'm not interested in staying. Money can't buy it,

<question>:
What kind of life is on the moon in the story?

<options>:
A Water is collected for drinking
B Insects invade the bunkers
C Plants are scientifically sampled
D There is zero life

<answer>:

C