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. As the device twisted as handily as good intentions, Manet realized Manet stared at the tiny wreck. "To say the least." his arms and legs and sandpapered his self-pity to a fine sensitivity. No one on Earth was as lonely as William Manet, and even William Manet could only be this lonely on Mars. 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 and one of which was Earth. He had to do nothing else. The whole gimcrack was cybernetically controlled, entirely automatic. No one was take much to pressure the Assembly. Featherbedding had been carefully specified, including an Overseer for each of the Seeders to honeycomb Mars, to prepare its atmosphere for colonization. They didn't give tests to find well-balanced, well-integrated people for the job. Well-balanced, well-integrated men weren't going to isolate themselves in a useless job. They got, instead, William Manet "What's so bad about that?" Manet asked with some interest. to Mars was about one billion dollars. They weren't providing commuter 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 bright as envy. Manet suspected hallucination, but in an existence with all the pallid human beings, and was about to close down its bulkheads on him as sure as the Engineers' Thumb and bale up the pressure-dehydrated digest, 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. "No. Can't do it, old man. Can't. I know. You're too human, too He wasn't quite clear how he came from walking effortlessly across for boredom, for passiveness?" "That's what I'm trying to tell you," Manet said irritably, his social the wants of spacemen," he exploded. "Ah," Trader Tom said, cautionary. He moved nearer the fire and warmed his hands and buttocks. "Ah, but I am not a represent free enterprise." "Nonsense," Manet said. "No group of private individuals can build a 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 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 "I don't believe you," Manet stated flatly. His conversation had grown 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 Manet finished the mellow whiskey and looked into the glass. It seemed 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. "What's the cost?" Manet asked. "Before I accept it, I have to know the "There are no guarantees," Trader Tom admitted. "But I've never had any complaints yet." "Suppose I'm the first?" Manet suggested reasonably. "You won't be," Trader Tom said. "I won't pass this way again." 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, Manet opened the book and, turning one blank page, found the title Your First Friend . Before you go further, first find the . Manet tried to flip past this Manet flipped back to page one. First find the Modifier "Tie game," Manet said. Cheerfulness was a personality trait Manet had thumbed out for him. Cheerful. Submissive. Co-operative. Manet had selected these factors in pontifically. "Only in the air," Manet corrected him. Intelligence was one of the factors Manet had punched to suppress. Manet knew it all. He had heard it all before. . What a Manet had been interested in the Fabulous Forties—Lt. "Hoot" Gibson, first learned of them, and he had learned all about them. He had firm opinions on all these. He yearned for someone to challenge him—to say that Manet's only consolidation was that Ronald's tastes were lower than his Manet blocked it deftly and threw a right cross. 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 It irritated Manet. He never understood how the British had got the "We imagine that you are most interested in how long you shall be required to stay at your present stations," said the Voice of 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 schedule—" there was of course no "K" sound in the word—"for atmosphere seeding. "The original, non-binding estimate at the time of your departure was 18.2 years. However, determining how long it will take our stations properly to remake the air of Mars is a problem comparable to finding the age of the Earth. Estimates change as new factors are learned. You may recall that three years ago the official estimate was changed to 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 Finally, Manet went back to the solarium and dragged the big box out. Manet selected the ripple-finished gray-covered manual from the Perhaps I should have begun here, he told himself. But I really don't have as much interest in that sort of thing as the earthier types. Simple companionship was all I wanted. And, he thought on, even an 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. constituted appropriate "feminine" characteristics. "I suppose," he said heavily, "that you would like me to take you back to Earth and introduce you to Daniel Boone?" "Oh, yes." "Veronica, your stupidity is hideous." Ronald's cries grew louder as Manet marched Veronica through the "Come on, Bill, open up the hatch for old Ronald," the voice carried through sepulchrally. "Shut up!" Manet yelled. Manet threw back the bolt and wheeled back the hatch. 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 diligently, Manet concluded that there weren't enough parts left in the

<question>:
What is the reason that Manet stays on Mars?

<options>:
A It is lucrative
B He can’t possibly return to his life on Earth
C He prefers no companionship
D He wants to be one of the first to colonize when the atmosphere is formed

<answer>:

A