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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The Repairman By Harry Harrison Illustrated by Kramer Being an interstellar trouble shooter wouldn’t be so bad …if I could shoot the trouble! if I could shoot the trouble! The Old Man had that look of intense glee on his face that meant someone the most of a bad situation and threw them a snappy military salute. was in for a very rough time. Since we were alone, it took no great feat being the best defense and so forth. “I quit. Don’t bother telling me what dirty job you have cooked up, because I have already quit and you do not want to reveal company secrets to me.” The grin was even wider now and he actually chortled as he thumbed a accidental or deliberate. slot onto his desk. “This is your contract,” he said. “It tells how and when you will work. A steel-and-vanadium-bound contract that you Four: The fact that they would probably let another repairman in, under couldn’t crack with a molecular disruptor.” nothing, like butchering a few of them, that would make them shot, burned the contract to ashes. added up to— it would be some other repairman who’d get the job. — Harry Harrison his desk. If possible, the smile was still wider now. one here.” He made a quick note on his secretary plate. “I have deducted 13 credits from your salary for the cost of the Transcriber’s Note This etext was produced from I slumped, defeated, waiting for the blow to land. The Old Man fondled my contract. “According to this document, you can’t quit. Ever. Therefore I have a little job I know you’ll enjoy. Repair job. The Centauri I had worked on every type or model made. But I had never heard of this kind. of intelligence to figure it would be me. I talked first, bold attack I looked at the blueprints he handed me and felt my eyes glaze with horror. “It’s a monstrosity! It looks more like a distillery I’m a repairman, not an archeologist. This pile of junk is over 2000 years old. Just forget about it and build a new one.” expensive—and this relic is on one of the main routes. We have ships making fifteen-light-year detours now.” He leaned back, wiped his hands on his handkerchief and gave me Lecture Forty-four on Company Duty and My Troubles. “This department is officially called Maintenance and Repair, when it really should be called trouble-shooting. Hyperspace beacons are made to last forever—or damn close to it. When one of them breaks down, it is never an accident, and repairing the thing is never a matter of just plugging in a new part.” He was telling me —the guy who did the job while he sat back on his fat paycheck in an air-conditioned office. He rambled on. “How I wish that were all it took! I would have a fleet of parts ships and junior mechanics to install them. But its not like that at all. I have a fleet of expensive ships that are equipped to do almost anything—manned by a bunch of irresponsibles like you .” I nodded moodily at his pointing finger. “How I wish I could fire you all! Combination space-jockeys, mechanics, engineers, soldiers, con-men and anything else it takes to do the repairs. I have to browbeat, bribe, blackmail and bulldoze you thugs into doing a simple job. If you think you’re fed up, just think operate!” I smiled, a little weakly, I’m afraid, as if I had never meant to keep that account a secret. His spies were getting more efficient every money without his catching on—and knew at the same time he was figuring a way to outfigure me. that in this measurements are a matter of relationship, not constant facts like the fixed universe. Triangulation and quadrature of the beacons works for navigation—only it follows its own rules. The rules are complex and variable, but they are still rules that a navigator can follow. beacon is important and every one has to keep operating. That is where I “I should have said a We travel in well-stocked ships that carry a little bit of everything only one man to a ship because that is all it takes to operate the overly efficient repair machinery. Due to the very nature of our job, we spend most of our time just rocketing through normal space. After all, duplicate take months, and often does. This job didn’t turn out to be quite that bad. I zeroed on the the navigator, using every beacon I could get an accurate fix on. The a built-in safety factor I never could eliminate from the machine. knows this, too. They had a safety factor built into the computer so you I’m sure there was no humaneness in this decision. They just It middle of nowhere. The robot analyzer chuckled to itself and scanned all just about finished a correspondence course in nucleonics. Most repairmen take these courses. Besides their always coming in handy, the company grades your pay by the number of specialties you can handle. All this, with some oil painting and free-fall workouts in the gym, passed this business, you learn early when and where to risk your own skin. The Or wasn’t it? powered the monstrosity. If the water was still there, the beacon was still there—inside the pyramid. The natives, who, of course, weren’t even mentioned by the idiots who constructed the thing, irritate the things who had built the pyramid. A great beginning for a job and one clearly designed to drive a stronger man than me to the bottle. Normally, a repairman stays away from native cultures. They are poison. Anthropologists may not mind being dissected for their science, but a repairman wants to make no sacrifices of any kind for his job. For this to go on a planet with a culture, it is usually built in some And, for that , I had long before worked out a system that was fool-proof. I had a pryeye of my own construction. It looked like a piece of rock expressions. This is fairly easy to do when you have a machine memory to work with. One of the lizards gargled at another one and the second one figured it was time to make a contact. I found him easily enough. He was the Centaurian version of a goat-boy—he herded a particularly loathsome form of local life in religion. had been out of touch with things since his death and Goat-boy happily filled him in. I learned all I needed to know of the history, past and recent, and it wasn’t nice. this continent never occurred to the beacon mechanics. Which is, of didn’t hurt the natives. It caused mutations that bred true. served the temple. All went well until one of the priests violated the could have had a lizard fry, fixed the beacon and taken off. Only Diplomacy was called for. I sighed and dragged out the plastiflesh equipment. Working exactly wearing a suit of plastiflesh that looked remotely humanoid, I would at least stay and talk to him. This was what I was aiming to do with the The will—” “Stop!” I thundered before he got so far in that he pyramid proper. While it was being opened, the First Lizard turned to me. “Undoubtedly you know of the rule,” he said. “Because waters flow again, I will laugh as I hurl myself on the burning iron.” He took a good thirty seconds to think it over and had to agree with me. PERSONNEL ONLY . The trusting builders counted on the sign to do the whole job, for there wasn’t a trace of a lock on the door. One if anything, unexpectedly bright from constant polishing. One of the eager lizards had managed to open a circuit box and had polished the switches inside. While doing this, he had thrown one of the Rather The old boys had built well, I’ll give them credit for that. Ninety per cent of the machinery had no moving parts and had suffered no The they were waiting for. the surface. they could get any more bright ideas, I threw the switch and my

<question>:
Is the main character good at his job?

<options>:
A Yes, he will break any rule to fulfill his duties.
B No, he wants to quit.
C No, he spends too much time drinking and messing around.
D Yes, he is both creative and professional.

<answer>:

D