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

<passage>:
The Repairman By Harry Harrison Illustrated by Kramer of course, but I knew it had arrived when the grapples in the claws latched onto the steel plates on my shoulders. instead, I faced the crowd as I soared away, so I made the most of a bad situation and threw them a snappy military salute. of intelligence to figure it would be me. I talked first, bold attack One: The beacon was repaired. Two: The door was sealed, so there should be no more sabotage, accidental or deliberate. eyes had been duly burned out, and they were back in business. Which added up to— Four: The fact that they would probably let another repairman in, under the same conditions, if the beacon conked out again. At least I had done nothing, like butchering a few of them, that would make them antagonistic toward future ancestral messengers. I stripped off my tattered lizard suit back in the ship, very glad that it would be some other repairman who’d get the job. — Harry Harrison of your contract—like this one here.” He made a quick note on his secretary plate. “I have deducted 13 credits from your salary for the cost of the duplicate—as well as a 100-credit fine for firing a Solar inside a building.” I slumped, defeated, waiting for the blow to land. The Old Man fondled my contract. “According to this document, you can’t quit. Ever. Therefore kind. I’m a repairman, not an archeologist. This pile of junk is over 2000 years old. Just forget about it and build a new one.” The Old Man leaned over his desk, breathing into my face. “It would take a year to install a new beacon—besides being too expensive—and this relic is on one of the main routes. We have ships making fifteen-light-year detours now.” He leaned back, wiped his hands on his handkerchief and gave me Lecture Forty-four on Company Duty and My Troubles. “This department is officially called Maintenance and Repair, when to last forever—or damn close to it. When one of them breaks down, it is never an accident, and repairing the thing is never a matter of just plugging in a new part.” He was telling —the guy who did the job while he sat back on his He rambled on. “How I wish that were all it took! I would have a fleet of parts ships and junior mechanics to install them. But its not like that at all. I have a fleet of expensive ships that are equipped to “How I wish I could fire you all! Combination space-jockeys, mechanics, engineers, soldiers, con-men and anything else it takes to do the repairs. I have to browbeat, bribe, blackmail and bulldoze you thugs into doing a simple job. If you think you’re fed up, just think how I feel. But the ships must go through! The beacons must keep that account a secret. His spies were getting more efficient every money without his catching on—and knew at the same time he was figuring a way to outfigure me. We travel in well-stocked ships that carry a little bit of everything only one man to a ship because that is all it takes to operate the overly efficient repair machinery. Due to the very nature of our job, we spend most of our time just rocketing through normal space. After all, computer gave me a course with an estimated point-of-arrival as well as a built-in safety factor I never could eliminate from the machine. I would much rather take a chance of breaking through near some star than spend time just barreling through normal space, but apparently Tech knows this, too. They had a safety factor built into the computer so you couldn’t end up inside a star no matter how hard you tried. I’m sure there was no humaneness in this decision. They just didn’t want to lose the ship. It repairmen take these courses. Besides their always coming in handy, the company grades your pay by the number of specialties you can handle. All this, with some oil painting and free-fall workouts in the gym, passed Or wasn’t it? only locked inside a mountain of handmade stone, but I had managed to irritate the things who had built the pyramid. A great beginning for a job and one clearly designed to drive a stronger man than me to the bottle. Normally, a repairman stays away from native cultures. They are poison. Anthropologists may not mind being dissected for their science, but a repairman wants to make no sacrifices of any kind for his job. For this fool-proof. I had a pryeye of my own construction. It looked like a piece of rock about a foot long. Once on the ground, it would never be noticed, though him easily enough. He was the Centaurian version of a wasn’t nice. didn’t hurt the natives. It caused mutations that bred true. And I had to walk into the middle of that mess and repair the thing. It would have been easy enough if we were allowed a little mayhem. I could have had a lizard fry, fixed the beacon and taken off. Only Diplomacy was called for. I sighed and dragged out the plastiflesh like them, just something close, to soothe the shellac, I would immediately leave the scene. However, if the Spican was wearing a suit of plastiflesh that looked remotely humanoid, I would at least stay and talk to him. This was what I was aiming to do with the out-of-the-way dry spot where the amphibious natives would never go. A The natives chomped and rattled and the translation rolled out almost Some of the more credulous natives prostrated themselves and others fled they just stood and muttered. I had to take the offensive This raised a buzz of conversation behind me, but got no rise out of the will—” “Stop!” I thundered before he got so far in that he the wrath of those who have Passed On will turn against you.” the previous ones had all been PERSONNEL ONLY . The trusting builders counted on the sign to do the whole job, for there wasn’t a trace of a lock on the door. One if anything, unexpectedly bright from constant polishing. I checked the readings carefully and found just what I had suspected. One of the eager lizards had managed to open a circuit box and had polished the switches inside. While doing this, he had thrown one of the switches and that had caused the trouble. Rather , that had started the trouble. It wasn’t going to be ended by just reversing the water-valve switch. This valve was supposed to be used only for repairs, after the pile was damped. When the water was cut off with the pile in operation, it had started to overheat and the I could start the water again easily enough, but there was no fuel left in the reactor. I wasn’t going to play with the fuel problem at all. It would be far easier to install a new power plant. I had one in the ship that was about a tenth the size of the ancient bucket of bolts and produced at least four times the power. Before I sent for it, I checked over the sign of wear. The old boys had built well, I’ll give them credit for that. Ninety per cent of the machinery had no moving parts and had suffered no wear whatever. Other parts they had beefed up, figuring they would wear, but slowly. The water-feed pipe from the roof, for example. The pipe walls were at least three meters thick—and the pipe opening itself no bigger than my head. There were some things I could do, though, and I made a list of parts. repairs didn’t take long, though there was plenty of groaning from the blind lizards when they heard me ripping the wall open to get at the power leads. I even hooked a gadget to the water pipe so their unhappier than usual. When I tried the door, I found out why—it forbid entrance to the Inner Temple forever though, out of kindness, they will let the waters flow. Now I must return—on with the they could get any more bright ideas, I threw the switch and my

<question>:
What would have happened if the main character had been less diplomatic and more aggressive?

<options>:
A All of the options are correct.
B He would have needed to resort to violence.
C He would have been fined for disrupting the natives.
D He could make future repairs more difficult.

<answer>:

A