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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thought before Councilman Coleman came to see me that there wasn't much that could bother me worse. Coleman came in the morning before I was really ready to face the day. My nerves were fairly well shot from the kind of work I did as superintendent of Dreamland. I chewed up my pill to calm me down, masochistic mystics, I had to face one of my superiors from the Committee itself. Councilman Coleman was an impressive figure in a tailored black tunic. His olive features were set off by bristling black eyes and a mobile mustache. He probably scared most people, but not me. Authority doesn't dictators, and civil servants. "Warden Walker, I've been following your career with considerable interest," Coleman said. I didn't know whether to be flattered or apprehensive. "That's fine," I said. It didn't sound right. "Tell me," Coleman said, crossing his legs, "what do you think of door, "when are you going to let me throw that stiff Coleman into the sleepy-bye vaults? He's still sitting in there on your furniture as smug as you please." "Hey, Warden," Captain Keller bellowed as I approached my office justified they might think it was. Dreamland in principle?" them or turn them free we have to imprison them." I waited for Coleman's reaction. He merely nodded. Now was the time. I stretched out my wet palm toward the door. Was or was not Coleman telling the truth when he said this life of mine "Of course, it's barbaric to think of a prison as a place of purpose of confinement is confinement." Then, as I touched the door, I knew the only decision that could have any meaning for me. Councilman Coleman didn't look as if he had moved since I had left him. "I should think so," Coleman said emphatically. "Warden, don't you He was unwrinkled, unperspiring, his eyes and mustache crisp as ever. I changed my decision then, in that moment. And, in the next, changed it back to my original choice. "Coleman," I said, "you can get out of here. As warden, I'm granting He smiled at me briefly in supreme confidence. you a five-year probation." The councilman stood up swiftly, his eyes catching little sparks uneasy. "No, Councilman, they don't. They know they aren't really unless—" Coleman lifted a dark eyebrow above a black iris. "Unless?" "How do prisoners like that adjust to reality?" one." Coleman parted his lips, but then the planes of his face shifted into another pattern. "You never believed me." "Almost, but not quite. You knew I was on the narrow edge in this kind Coleman removed a pocket secretary and broke it open. "About these new real free-choice models—do you think they genuinely are an improvement over the old fixed-image machines?" Coleman sat back down suddenly. "You don't want life as a Sleeper, do you?" I pursued. "You did want a relatively because of your high position, but at the same time you didn't want too long a sentence. But I'm doing you no favors. You get no time from me, Coleman." "How did you decide to do this?" he asked. "Don't tell me you never doubted. We've all doubted since we found out about the machines: which Hadn't I thought about it ever since I had been appointed warden and all a Dream." Coleman stood up and walked out of my office. Captain Keller stuck his head in, unannounced. "Hey, Warden, there's an "Yes, indeed," Coleman concurred. Just that and no more. I leaned intimately across my beautiful oak desk. "I've thought that prisoners might be a more effective form of investigation than mere observation." "I should say so," Coleman remarked, and got up. I had preposterous announcement he had made. be released from my Dream, he had said smugly. "But Warden, sir, my psychiatrist said that I was unable to cope with Horbit laughed. "Your files aren't infallible, Warden." waking you up as soon as I've taken away your gun?" enough to wreck my career when it came time for promotion. Nothing like this had ever happened in my years as warden. Suddenly, Coleman's words hit me in the back of the neck. If I got through the next twenty-four hours. Horbit's screams brought in the guards. "Trying to force his way back to the sleep tanks," I told Keller. blanket the pain from his broken wrist, and the man was quieter. "I couldn't have done it, Warden," Horbit mumbled drowsily. "I couldn't the room. Glancing up sharply, I saw him straining purposefully against the bonds of muscle and narcotic that held him. "You have to send me back now, Warden," he was shrilling. "You have to! that's a crime! I have to be put to sleep!" Warden. No, sir, he had it made." "Hold him in the detention quarters," I said finally. "I'm going to The onetime inmate who wanted back in after a reprieve was fairly rare. conscience, Warden. I never lie awake a minute whenever I kill "Do you want to wait voluntarily in the detention quarters?" I asked "New prisoner asking to see you personal," Keller reported. "Told him "Naw, he ain't violent, Warden. He just thinks he's somebody important." is?" "One of the Committee—Councilman Coleman." "Mm-hmm. And who is he really, Captain?" "Councilman Coleman." I whistled. "What did they nail him on?" "Misuse of authority." re-established through the day. I hadn't had a chance to brood much over the bombshell Coleman had tossed in my lap in the morning, but now I could think. Coleman entered wearing the same black tunic, the same superior attitude. His black eyes fastened on me. "Sit down, Councilman," I directed. He deigned to comply. I studied the files flashed before me. Several times before, Coleman had been guilty of slight misuses of his authority: helping his friends, harming his enemies. Not enough to make him be impeached than a day. Even with the best intentions, mistakes can be taken for deliberate errors. Not to mention the converse. For his earlier errors, Coleman had first received a suspended sentence, then two terminal sentences to be fixed by the warden. My predecessors had given him first a few weeks, then a few months of sleep in Dreamland. Coleman's eyes didn't frighten me I focused right on the pupils. "That was a pretty foul trick, Councilman. Did you hope to somehow frighten only a Dream such as I imposed on my own prisoners could help him, I couldn't see. "Warden Walker," Coleman intoned in his magnificent voice, "I'm shocked. I pardon him despite the misguided rulings of the courts. Then I thought of something else. "You show symptoms of being a habitual criminal, Coleman. I think you deserve life ." Coleman cocked his head thoughtfully, concerned. "That seems rather extreme, Warden." "You would suggest a shorter sentence?" life—no, I think not." I threw up my hands. You don't often see somebody do that, but I did. I couldn't figure him. Coleman had wealth and power as a councilman in the real world, but I had thought somehow he wanted to escape to a Dream world. Yet he didn't want to be in for life, the way Paulson and I said, "is a difficult decision for me, sir. Would you make yourself comfortable here for a time, Councilman?" Coleman smiled benignly. "Certainly, Warden." He bolted upright in his chair. "You're going to put me back to sleep."

<question>:
Why was the warden worried about answering Coleman's question?

<options>:
A He was afraid of people in positions of authority
B He had not been at his job very long
C He was worried Coleman would disapprove of his answer
D Coleman was an impressive figure

<answer>:

C