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

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STRANGE EXODUS By ROBERT ABERNATHY Gigantic, mindless, the Monsters had come out of interstellar space to devour Earth. They gnawed Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] Westover got a shock when he stumbled onto the monster, for all that he knew one had been through here. the slime that covered a surface faintly, horrifyingly resilient. He recoiled as if seared, and retreated, slithering in the muck. For And that explained the flood the monster's body had formed an Westover stood motionless in the blackness nights without stopping came to his rescue. Westover plodded forward, pressed his shrinking body against the slimy, faintly warm surface of the monster's foot, and sought above him with upstretched hands—found holds, and began to climb with a strength he had not known was left in him. not make that ascent and face the long and dangerous descent beyond, which he had to make before dawn ... but not now ... not now.... He lay in a state between waking and dreaming, high on the monster's Westover had been one of the men who, in the days when humanity was Westover no longer saw the murky moonlight, the far faint glitter of favored unicellular growth. Probably as a result of this unspecialized structure, the monsters have attained their great size and perhaps for the same reason they have achieved what even intelligent cellular life adaptation, as brainless life once crawled out of the sea to conquer the dry land. "The monsters who have descended on Earth must represent the end result of a long evolution completed in space itself. They are evidently deep-space beings, able to propel themselves from planet to planet and all devoured by the monsters." Westover awoke, feeling himself bathed by the cold sweat of science might yet exist, where there would be the means to realize his idea for stopping the monsters. this—would not live long. For a man like Westover, who had been a scientist, it was not the human pride, the star-storming pride of mind and will—defeated by He could stay where he was unharmed, of course. On the monster's back, of all places, he had nothing to fear from it or from others of its kind. But he knew with desperate clarity that by nightfall, when the the experiments necessary to prove his theory of how to destroy the monsters—if only someone had had the foresight to build a biological laboratory on the monster's back. Of course the rolling motion would to glimpse Sutton's face, as the biologist calmly made that grisly report to the President's Committee on Extermination.... Sutton's prediction had been a hundred percent correct. The monsters' hunger knew no halt until they had absorbed into themselves all the organic was about to nourish himself from it. The slabs of flesh he had cut off were gray and unappetizing, but he knew from the studies he had helped Sutton make that the monsters, extraterrestrial though they were, were in the basic chemistry of proteins, fats and carbohydrates one with man the wound he had inflicted on the monster. Thus began for him a weird existence—the life of a parasite, of a flea on a dog. The monster crawled by day and rested by night strengthened, the man could have left it then, but somehow night after night he did protect him from the sun's baking, merely that he was chained to the only source of food he knew in all the world—not just that he was developing a flea's psychology. He was a man and a scientist, and he was conducting an experiment.... His life on the monster's back was proving something, something of vast importance for man, the extinct animal—but for increasingly longer periods of time he could not Westover's mind was beginning to function again monster's vitals, and in a flash of insight knew them for what they were. The scientists had found, in the burst bodies of the Titans that had been killed by atomic bombs, the answer to the riddle of these creatures' crossing of space: great vacuoles, pockets of gas that in the living animal could be under exceedingly high pressures, zoology it was developed ages before man, by the squids and by those odd degenerate relatives of the vertebrates that are called tunicates because of their gaudy cellulose-plastic armor.... The monster on which Westover had been living as a parasite was never have been able to lift itself into the air from the dry land. He should have foreseen that and made his escape in time. Now that Westover sat for a space with head in hands, hearing the faint "Help! Here I am! Help!" He paused to listen with fierce intentness, and heard nothing but the faint eructations deep inside the monster. Then he sprang to his feet, gripping his hand-ax, and ran panting to the place where he had dug for food. His excavations tended to close behind. He whirled, for there could be no shadows on the monster's back. A man stood watching him calmly—an elderly man in rusty black "Who are you?" asked Westover, breathlessly but almost without surprise. Westover was still not sure that the other was more than one of the powerful specters of childhood—the Preacher, the Doctor, no doubt the Teacher next—risen to rob him of his last shreds of sanity. But he nodded in childlike obedience, and followed. wild hope were real. "Down here. Into the belly of Leviathan," said the old man solemnly, and Westover nodded this time with alacrity. moment squeezing in to trap them unspeakably. The air was warm and rank with the familiar heavy sweetish odor of the monster's colorless and Westover climbed to his feet and stood, weak-kneed still, staring told Westover better than words that there was something hugely he and Westover froze in dumbfounded recognition. Westover finished the brief account of his coming to dwell on the "I haven't got so far with the theory," said Westover, "but I think plants and their by-products—was our way of life, as of all animals from the beginning. But the monsters absorbed into themselves all the plant food and even the organic material in the soil. So we have only one way out—to transfer our parasitism to the only remaining food source—the monsters themselves. "The monsters almost defeated us, because of their two special adaptations of extreme size and ability to cross space. But man has always won the battle of adaptations before, because he could improvise new ones as the need arose. The greatest crisis humanity ever faced monster is so much like us in fundamental makeup that its body contains all the elements human life needs too." hazard is claustrophobia." "Don't worry about a cave-in. We're surrounded by solid cystoid tissue. But," Sutton's voice took on a graver note, "there may be other psychological dangers. I don't think all our people—there are for the rest of our lives—and our children's and our children's "Amen," agreed Sutton. But the gaze he fixed on Westover was oddly Westover stared. "Why?" "No! Of course I realize—Well, I see what you mean—I think." Westover That means before all, for the coming generations, that we keep our we'll do better to model ourselves on the humble tapeworm. "Your idea is dangerous for the same reason. The monsters probably spend thousands of years in interstellar space Earth, and so will we. We've got a whole new history of man ahead Westover bowed his head, but he had caught a curiously expectant glint riddle for our descendants—who should have use for it some day."

<question>:
Based on the information in the passage, will Westover be remembered by other humans, and if he will, what will be his legacy?

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A He'll be remembered as the man who discovered that humans can eat the monsters for sustenance
B He's isolated so he's likely already completely been forgotten (or will be forgotten soon)
C He'll eventually be remembered as the man who first knew the way to destroy the monsters
D He'll be remembered as the man who discovered that humans can live inside the monsters

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C