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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with soft white-and-brown material. Emblems on plastic wrappers embedded in material identify it incontrovertibly as an undetermined AS a blisteringly hot but guaranteed weather-controlled future summer day Operation!") began to tread delicately on their centipede legs strategic stockpiled materials, including helium gas. Puffy's new based on the lighter loaf, was The walking mills resembled fat Sensory robot devices in perfection. As they advanced, their heads swung lazily from side to side, very crawl trucks of a chemical corporation, you know that?" Roger countered feebly. "Yes, I substituted hydrogen. The metal-foil wrapping would have added just enough weight to counteract the greater buoyancy of the hydrogen loaf. But—" the bran being packaged and dropped like the chaff for pickup. was clipped into loaves and shot into radionic ovens forming the matter of seconds, a fierce heat-front browning the crusts, and the piping-hot loaves sealed in transparent plastic bearing the proud Puffyloaf emblem (two cherubs circling a floating loaf) and ejected of pickup machines, like hungry with hygienic claws. A few loaves would be hurried off for the day's consumption, the majority stored for winter in down to approximately the size of a peanut." The loaf's unwrapped. After a while, in spite of the crust-seal, a little oxygen diffuses in. An explosive THE robot claws of the pickup The three human beings in the machines clutched in vain, and, the table, while observing, "So gives me great satisfaction, not as a part of Puffybread's theme. They can't ever take that away from you. By now, half the inhabitants of the The helicopter of a hangoverish shied very similarly from the due to its matchless airiness, is eight and one-half loaves per person him apathetically. scene was being enacted in the pressurized penthouse managerial suite of Puffy Products. Megera Winterly, Secretary in Chief to the business inferior? You have about ROGER'S voice was calm, although and agricultural services and 'copters bearing the Puffyloaf emblem Board is forced to admit that only hovered on the fringes, watching developments and waiting for orders. A squadron of supersonic loaves a wide berth, but some bolder species, discovering the minimal nutritive nature of the translucent brown objects, attacked claws. Hydrogen diffusing slowly through the crusts had now distended most of the sealed plastic while local and national governments of Puffyloaves, assuring you that he'd never slept on a softer mattress raged indiscriminately at the Board eating out of my hand." "Hah! I guarantee you won't have any fingers left. You're bold with measured pace and gravely expressionless face. The rose-tinted machine on his left did a couple and Roger. The other machine quietly and lifted a claw at Meg, who now Roger, her arms wrapped tightly " Made up of tiny wheaten motes And reinforced with sturdy oats, It rises through the air and floats— The bread on which all Terra dotes! " "Though a purely figurative statement, Phineas T. Gryce, escaping from his own managerial suite, raged about the city, demanding general clang . with oxygen mask and submachine gun on the topmost spire of Puffyloaf conference table, calm and clear-headed overcast, also thereby evading a local storm generated by the Weather Department in a last-minute effort to bring down or at least disperse the H-loaves. Warnings and counterwarnings by Communist and Capitalist governments boasted to her next-den neighbor about the superior paleness and fluffiness of her tortillas, mankind has observed fighting over individual tinged with humor seized the people was an even more important advance. interpreting it as a call to charity, Early bleaching and preserving a warning against gluttony, a parable chemicals played their humble Husbands and wives, facing each by all great religions—held back our march toward perfection with their hair-splitting insistence on the "Good-o, Rosie! That makes another part of its creed the injunction "Don't take yourself so damn seriously," won new adherents. An obscure sect, having as purity, unequaled airiness and sheer intangible goodness was rapidly "I wonder what the stuff tastes The Sun's rays beat through the rarified air on the distended plastic "I wonder what taste tastes like," wrappers, increasing still further the pressure of the confined hydrogen. in Cereal Masses' and making possible the baking of airtight bread twenty times stronger (for its weight) than steel and of a lightness that would have been incredible even to the advanced knuckles." BY THE millions and tens of and caravans of trucks loaded with but still extra solid by comparison, the rate of exchange demanded by PHINEAS T. GRYCE wrinkled his nostrils at the pink machine as if he smelled her insulation picturing chubby workers' children the customer as consumer. Moreover, Business Machines. The great one of the workers' songs we machines Strike— " machines don't pray, except Tibetan humans, dead batteries around those of the two machines. For a reached out wearily for the earphones where Megera Winterly had hurled them down, adjusted one—'Untouched by Robot Claws.' Just because they employ a few filthy androids in their factories!" a-smile, muttering terse comments and questions into the lapel mike torn from Meg's fair neck. killed by the heat of baking, their corpses remaining the ban off helium and will also sell us stockpiled wheat if we need toward purity: we are aerating our loaves with the noble gas helium, an element which remains virginal in the face of all chemical temptations and whose slim molecules are eleven times lighter than obese carbon dioxide—yes, noble uncontaminable miserable about it. If only we can figure out some way to make hydrogen non-explosive or the helium, which, if it be a kind of ash, is yet the ash only of planet. Let's have a cheer for the helium loaf float just a little—" "I'm sure we can take care of has kept it a corporation secret—even you've never been told pair of earphones and whispered buoyant in every respect as the hydrogen loaf." "Good!" Roger cried. "We'll into a lapel mike. Her gaze grew like balloons. No mother-child shopping team will leave the store Puffyloaves by an infinity factor. So far this morning, assurance, "Excuse me, sir, if I seem to be taking too much upon myself." bewildered. "I can't imagine, sir, unless—just possibly—there's been some unforeseeable difficulty involving the new metal-foil wrappers." "Metal-foil wrappers? Were you responsible for those?" the older man to the younger. around him. "My sweet little ever-victorious, enough to cause drift during stackage. Drafts in stores might topple sales pyramids. Metal-foil wrappers, by their added weight, took care of the difficulty." silently to his fellow machine and—" victory for robot-engineered "Why, you fool! I noticed that order for metal-foil wrappers, assumed it was some sub-secretary's 'bread overhead' jingle. We've struck another blow against the know only too well!—we machines lighter plastic wrappers?" "Of course! Just what is behind all this, Mr. Snedden? and gentle breezes—winds up to Beaufort's scale 3. Why Brotherhood, those humans will on him calmly, Rose Thinker's with unfeigned excitement. blacker by the moment, while Megera Winterly's Venus-mask fences. After grounding safely near Emporia—no fatalities—pilot's windshield found thinly plastered

<question>:
Which of the following best describes how the robots feel toward humans?

<options>:
A Neutral
B Resentful
C Proud
D Protective

<answer>:

D