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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This etext was produced from published in 1963. Extensive research did without note. "Just for argument." He glanced up at the man across the restaurant table. "Where would we go from here?" The man shifted uneasily in his seat. He was silent, staring Rather ordinary, in fact. A plain face, nose a little too long, fingers a little too dainty, a suit that doesn't quite seem to fit, but all in all, a perfectly ordinary looking man. Maybe ordinary, Morgan thought. hunted look in their depths that chilled Morgan a little. "Where do we go? I don't know. I've tried to think it out, and I get nowhere. But you've to believe me, Morgan. I'm lost, "I'll tell you where it's going to end," said Morgan. "It's going to end in a hospital. A mental hospital. They'll lock you another cup of coffee and sipped it, scalding hot. "And that," he added, "will be that." The place was dark and almost empty. Overhead, a rotary said. "There has to be." "All right, let's start from the beginning again," Morgan said. "Maybe we can pin something down a little better. You say your name is Parks—right?" any. Haldeman was my mother's maiden name." "Fine. Now go through the whole story again. What happened first?" "How did you feel? I mean, was there anything strange that " Strange! city, and I knew I wasn't crazy." language?" "Well, obviously, I needed money. I had gold coin. There taken it on chance. I tried to use it at a newsstand first, and the man wouldn't touch it. Asked me if I thought I was the U.S. Treasury or something. When he saw that I was serious, he sent me to a money lender, a hock shop, I think he called it. So I found a place—" perfectly smooth and perfectly round, tapered by wear to a these?" Parks shrugged. "Too little, I suspect. Two dollars for the small one, five for the larger." "I know that now. I didn't then. Naturally, I assumed that with everything else so similar, principles of business would also be similar." what?" think what anyone at home would do in my place. That seemed a good bet. I asked a policeman where it was, and then I went there." "No. I wanted to see the mayor himself. I thought that was the best thing to do. I waited for a couple of hours, until wouldn't see me unless I stated my business first." He drew in Morgan nodded. "I'm beginning to get the pattern. So what did you do next?" when they asked me where I lived, they thought I was—what plate away. "By then I didn't know quite what to do. I'd been prepared for almost anything excepting this. It was frightening. Nobody even looked at me, unless I said something to them. I began to look for things that were different I could show them, and say, see, this proves that I'm telling the truth, look at it—" He looked up helplessly. "And what did you find?" "Nothing. Oh, little things, insignificant little things. Your calendars, for instance. Naturally, I couldn't understand your frame of reference. And the coinage, you stamp your coins don't. And cigarettes. We don't have any such thing as tobacco." We have little animals that look more like rabbits than poodles. But there was nothing any more significant than that. Absolutely nothing." "Except yourself," Morgan said. "Ah, yes. I thought that over carefully. I looked for differences, obvious ones. I couldn't find any. You can see that, just looking at me. So I searched for more subtle things. Skin texture, practically took me apart. I carefully refrained from saying anything about who I was or where I came from just said about. You're as fine, strapping a specimen of a healthy human defied reason, it was infuriating." Morgan nodded sourly. "Because you're not a human being," he said. "That's right. I'm not a human being at all." "How did you happen to pick this planet, or this sun?" Morgan asked curiously. "There must have been a million others to choose from." unhappily. "I didn't make the choice. Neither did anyone else. Travel by warp is a little different from travel by the rocket you fiction writers make so much of. With a rocket vehicle you pick your destination, make your calculations, and off you go. The warp is blind flying, strictly blind. We send an unmanned scanner ahead. It probes around more or less hit-or-miss until it locates something, somewhere, that looks habitable. When it spots a likely looking place, we keep a tight beam on it and send through a manned scout." He grinned sourly. "Like leave the warp anchored for a sort of permanent gateway until we can get a transport beam built. But we can't control the directional and dimensional scope of the warp. There are an from the other side. Then we can just scan a segment of space with the warp, and the scanner picks up the beam." only tried a few dozen runs. We're not too far ahead of you in technology. We've been using rocket vehicles just like yours for over a century. That's fine for a solar system, but it's not much good for the stars. When the warp principle was discovered, it looked like the answer. But something went wrong, the scanner picked up this planet, and I was coming through, and then "And you found things here the same as back home," said Morgan. "The same! Your planet and mine are practically twins. Similar cities, similar technology, everything. The people are the same, with precisely the same anatomy and physiology, the same sort of laws, the same institutions, even compatible languages. Can't you see the importance of it? This planet is on the other side of the universe from mine, with the first intelligent life we've yet encountered anywhere. But when I try to tell your people that I'm a native of another star system, they !" "Why should they?" asked Morgan. "You look like a human being. You talk like one. You eat like one. You act like one. What you're asking them to believe is utterly incredible." " But it's true. " Morgan shrugged. "So it's true. I won't argue with you. But expect me to do about it? Why pick me You were here, you were alone, so I started talking. And then And think what it would mean to both of our worlds—contact with another intelligent race! Combine our knowledges, our technologies, and we could explore the galaxy!" He leaned forward, his thin face intense. "I need money and I need help. I know some of the mathematics of the warp principle, know some of the design, some of the power and wiring principles. You have engineers here, technologists, physicists. But they won't do it if they don't believe me. Your government won't listen to me, they won't appropriate any money." "Of course they won't. They've got a war or two on their hands, they have public welfare, and atomic bombs, and rockets to the moon to sink their money into." Morgan stared at the man. "But what can I do?" write world about me, you can tell exactly what has happened. I know how public interest can be aroused in my world. It must be the same in yours." "None." "You mean " Not one soul. warp brought you through to a parallel universe of your own planet, not to another star, but I think you're telling the truth." "Then you can "Why not?" "Because I'd be worse than no help at all." Morgan pointed to the magazine lying on the table. "I write, "You should look more closely. I have a story in this issue. "Go ahead, look at it." caught the first paragraph and he turned white. He set the The paragraph said: for argument." He glanced up at the man across the table. "Where do we go from here?"

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What is setting?

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A A restaurant in New York City.
B A restaurant on a parallel planet to Earth.
C A doctor's office in New York City.
D A restaurant on Mars.

<answer>:

A