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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he looked down and spat in Jarvis Spurling's dead face. END Blue Boy's rating was high and his fans were loyal to the death—anyone's death! tonight hands and feet, to the wall of a shack just the other side of the that the head of MDC himself had ordered the killing, because Gavir's father had tried to organize resistance to the Corporation. Mars was where the magic powers of the Earthmen and the helplessness of the vengeance. Back to that world of hopeless fear and hatred? I never want to go back to Mars! I want to stay here! Song of Going to Hunt the song as it should hills. The hunter hefted the long, balanced narvoon, the throwing it. Crouching behind crumbling red rocks, racing over flat expanses of danger. at him. The hunter saw it out of the corner of his eye at the last moment. His startled sidestep saved him from the neck-breaking snap of the great jaws. protruded from its upper jaw. Its hand-like forepaws ended in hooked claws, to grasp and tear its prey. It was larger, stronger, faster than the hunter. The thin Martian air carried weirdly high-pitched cries which proclaimed its craving to sink its fangs into the hunter's The drock fell, gave a last convulsion, and lay still. The hunter plunged the blade into the red sand to clean it. He threw back his head and bellowed his hunting cry. There was great glory in killing the drock, for it showed that the Desert Man and not the drock, was lord of the red waste.... 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?" Malcomb smiled. "Ethical Conditioning Keeps Society from Fissioning." He shook hands with the producer. apartment. We both need sleep. And don't forget, you've been warned the fear of MDC, with hunger and the hopeless desire to find and kill the man who had ordered his father's death. Now he had an opportunity to learn more about the universe of the only hope to find an alternative to the short, fear-ridden, impoverished life he foresaw for himself. Earthmen turned to one another. "A Martian." "Let's give pain and death to the Martian! It will be a new experience—one to savor." "Take pain, Martian!" The Earthman with the black hat raised his arm, and the long heavy arms and heavy fists. knock Earthmen down. The mood of the Song of Going to Hunt came over gravity of Earth. he might meet more enemies. He forgot about the "But you did not tell me that Earthmen might try to kill me. You have told me that Earthmen are good and peace-loving, that there have been no acts of violence on Earth for many decades. You have told me that and this somehow makes them different." "Well, those people you ran into are another exception." "Why?" "You know about the Regeneration and Rejuvenation treatment we have 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 "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." "Why not punish them?" said Gavir. "They're too powerful. They are often people who've pursued successful careers and acquired a good deal of property and position. And there A woman's voice followed: "Potent!" "That hunting song drove me mad. I like being mad!" "Keep him on Earth." appeals to the Century-Plus mentality. I want to try him again. This 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 anything. Now what 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 Song of Creation next morning. "Best response I've ever seen! The Century-Plussers have been rioting and throwing mass orgies ever since you sang. But they take time out congratulated himself. He had learned emotional control from the Earthmen. Here was the man who had ordered his father crucified! Yet he had managed to hide his instant desire to strike, to kill, to carry out the oath of the blood feud then and there. "Damn right. That Ethical Conditioning slop doesn't work on me. I've lived too long on the frontier. And I know Bluies." You're back in civilization where we do what we damned well please." Spurling laughed. "I've heard about you Century-Plussers. You're all the hangout for wealthier New York Century-Plussers. Gavir told her about the attack, and she laughed. "It won't happen again. You're a hero to the Senile Delinquents now. you are? Why—and how—have you broken away from Ethical what I wanted to do. And then I found out that I didn't know what I wanted to do. It was Ethical Conditioning or nothing, so I picked nothing. And here I am, chasing nothing." "How do you chase nothing?" She set fire to a white tube. "This, for instance. They used to do it before they found out it caused cancer. Now there's no more cancer, but even if there were, I'd still smoke. That's the attitude I have. You try things. You live in the past, if you're inclined, adopt the elaborately and violently." "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 the noblest savage of them all. Henceforward please consider me, Your obedient servant, Hat Rat." "You've impressed him," said Sylvie. "But you impress me even more. doublets and blue kilts in honor of their hero. Blue-dyed hair was now de rigueur Song of Complaint . It was an ancient song, a Desert Man's outcry against injustice, enemies, false friends and callous leaders. It was a protest against sufferings that could neither be borne nor prevented. At the climax of the song Gavir pictured a tribal chief who refused to make fair division of the spoils of a hunt with his warriors. Gradually he "Why did you do that?" he said. "Listen to this." A recorded voice boomed: "This is Hat Rat. Pay the Blue Boy what he deserves, or I will give you death. It will be a personal thing between you and me. I will besprinkle you with corrosive acids I will burn out your eyes ." Song of the Blood Feud . He pictured a Desert Man whose father had been killed by a drock. not throw his knife. That would not have satisfied his hatred. He fell upon the drock and stabbed and stabbed. The Desert Man howled his hunting-cry over the body of his enemy, and spat into its face. And the fanged face of the drock turned into the square, battered face him. Jarvis Spurling's square face was dark with anger. "You deliberately put my face on that animal! You want to make the public hate me. I pay your salary and keep you here on Earth, and this is what I get for it. All right. A Bluie is a Bluie, and I'll treat you like a Bluie should contrivance of dark brown wood and black metal tubing cradled in his

<question>:
Which of the following is an appropriate theme for this story?

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A Everyone is equal
B Revenge is bad
C Entertainment is influential
D Revenge is good

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C