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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Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from the September 1960 issue of If. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. Star Performer By ROBERT J. SHEA Illustrated by DICK FRANCIS Dreaming Through the Universe tonight brings you the first native Martian to appear on the dreamwaves—Gavir intelligence and missionary-taught ability to speak Earth's language, mines? where the magic powers of the Earthmen and the helplessness of the will be happy to return to my people." A movement caught his eye. The producer, reclining on a divan in a far corner of the small studio, was making some kind of signal by beating his fist against his forehead. "Well, enough of that!" the moderator said briskly. "How about singing it wouldn't matter. The dreamees receiving the dreamcast would hear Everything that Gavir saw and heard and felt in his mind, the dreamees across the plain. Crouching behind crumbling red rocks, racing over flat expanses of claws, to grasp and tear its prey. It was larger, stronger, faster hear the moderator winding up the dreamcast. Then the producer of the program was upon him. He began shouting even before Gavir removed his headset. "What kind his very thoughts. And may I point out that your tone is hostile?" At this a sudden change came over the producer. The standard Earth expression—invincible benignity—took control of his face. "I apologize for having spoken sharply, but dreamcasting is a nerve-wracking business. If it weren't for Ethical Conditioning, I don't know how I'd control my aggressive impulses. The Suppression of Aggression is the Foundation of Civilization, eh?" He shook hands with the producer. "Come around tomorrow at 1300 and collect your fee," said the producer. "Good night, gentlemen." As they left the Global Dreamcasting System building, Gavir said to apartment. We both need sleep. And don't forget, you've been warned not to go prowling around the city by yourself...." Earthmen. Despite Malcomb's orders, he was going to find a seller of books. During a reading class at the mission school, Father James had said, "In books there is power. All that you call magic in our Earth "Let's give pain and death to the Martian! It will be a new gravity of Earth. here on Earth. A variation of it was given you to acclimate you to Earth's gravity and atmosphere. Well, since the R&amp R treatment was developed, we Earthmen have a life-expectancy of about one hundred over a hundred years old, but as healthy, physically, as ever." "What is wrong with them?" "They seem to have outgrown their Ethical Conditioning. They live wildly. Violently. It's a problem without precedent, and we don't know what to do with them. The fact is, Senile Delinquency is our number one problem." "They're too powerful. They are often people who've pursued successful careers and acquired a good deal of property and position. And there are getting to be more of them all the time. But come on. You and I have to go over to Global Dreamcasting and collect our fee." The impeccably affable producer of Dreaming Through the Universe Hoppy Davery, executive vice-president in charge of production. Scion of one of Earth's oldest communications media families!" They went with the producer to the upper reaches of the Global Dreamcasting building. There they were ushered into a huge office. soft plumpness and a receding hairline made him look slightly older than average. He pointed a rigid finger at Malcomb and Gavir. "I want you two to hear a condensed recording of statements taken from calls we received last night." gotten into trouble because of his thoughts about MDC. A voice boomed out of the ceiling. A woman's voice followed: "If you let that boy go back to Mars I'll never dream a Global program again." More voices: "Enormous!" "Potent!" like being mad!" "Keep him on Earth." "Those callers that admitted their age were all Century-Plus. The boy appeals to the Century-Plus mentality. I want to try him again. This time on a really big dream-show, not just an educational 'cast. Got a spot on next week's Farfel Flisket Show. If he gets the right response, we talk about a contract. Okay?" Malcomb said, "His visa expires—" something they go for. Undoubtedly because you're—forgive me—such a complete barbarian. That's what they're all trying to be." "Spare me another lecture on Senile Delinquency, Our Number One professional name—Blue Boy. Gavir doesn't mean anything. Now what Gavir thought. "Perhaps you would like the Song of Creation ." "It's part of a fertility rite," Malcomb explained. "Great! Give the Senile Delinquents another workout. It's not quite ethical, but its good for us. But for heaven's sake, Blue Boy, keep your mind off MDC!" The following week, Gavir sang the on the Farfel Flisket show, and transmitted the images which it brought up in his next morning. "Best response I've ever seen! The Century-Plussers have been rioting to call us up and beg for more. I've got a sponsor and a two-year contract lined up for you." The sponsor was pacing back and forth in Hoppy Davery's office when I'll pay you because a Bluie on Dreamvision is good publicity for MDC sick." "You can't claim any monopoly on mental health. Not with that the hangout for wealthier New York most prominent Senile Delinquents of our day. He's president of the biggest privately-owned space line, but he likes to call himself the An arrangement of force-planes and 3V projections made the front of you are? Why—and how—have you broken away from Ethical Conditioning?" Sylvie frowned. She spoke a few words into the air, ordering drinks. She said, "I didn't do it deliberately. When I reached the age of what I know what I wanted to do. It was Ethical Conditioning or nothing, so I picked nothing. And here I am, chasing nothing." costumes and manners of some more colorful time. You try ridiculous things, disgusting things, vicious things. You know they're all it, chuckled, and read it again, aloud. "Sir: I beg you to forgive the presumption of my recent attack on you. Since then you have captured my imagination. I now hold you to be hundred years old. In the months that followed, Gavir's fame spread over Earth. By spring, the rating computers credited him with an audience of eight hundred million—ninety-five percent of whom were Century-Plussers. Davery doubled Gavir's salary. doublets and blue kilts in honor of their hero. Blue-dyed hair was now de rigueur brightest blue. Then there came the dreamcast on which Gavir sang the Song of Complaint . money. Say something nice about me on your next dreamcast, for heaven's sake!" my mind even though they have nothing to do with me." Hoppy shook his head. "That's because you haven't had Ethical Conditioning. We don't have this trouble with our other performers. You just must remember that dreamvision is the most potent communications medium ever devised. Be careful ." On his next dreamcast Gavir sang the Song of the Blood Feud . He When the dreamcast was over, a studio page ran up to Gavir. "Mr. They went to Lucifer Grotto, where Gavir's wealthiest admirers among Sheets of flame illuminated the wild features and strange garments of over a hundred Century-Plus ladies and gentlemen. Gouts of flame leaped from the walls to light antique-style cigarettes. Drinks were contrivance of dark brown wood and black metal tubing cradled in his

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Which of the following technologies is the dreamcast most like?

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A Telephone
B Internet
C Radio
D Television

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D