Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
Morgue Ship By RAY BRADBURY This was Burnett's last trip. Three more shelves to fill with space-slain warriors—and he would be among the living again. He heard the star-port grind open, and the movement of the metal claws groping into space, and then the star-port closed. There was another dead man aboard the Constellation keeping the bodies of soldiers from all further harm. feeling all tight and wild inside himself. It went on for days. Moving the ship. warrior's body out of the void. He didn't like it any more. Ten years is too long to go back and forth from Earth to nowhere. You came out empty and you went back full-cargoed with a lot of warriors who didn't laugh or talk or smoke, surgery." Off a million miles away his voice was talking. It sounded deep. It didn't belong to him anymore. Rice said: "Boyohbody! Two more pick-ups and back to New York. Me for a ten-day drunk!" Burnett peeled the gloves off his huge, red, soft hands, slapped them husk of his starved eyes and starved limbs. Starved for life. Starved for action. This would be his last trip, or he'd know the reason why! "Sam!" Burnett jerked. Rice's voice clipped through the drainage-preservative without making any noise on the rungs. He kept thinking the one thing he couldn't forget. extended the retriever-claw and culled them into the air-lock. That was all the war-glory he got. Nothing but the stunned, shivering silence, the memory of rockets long gone, and the shelves filling up all too quickly with men who had once loved laughing. with the body his experienced glance knew that. He didn't know what it space, then Kriere's not far away from him!" Burnett shrugged. More bodies, more people, more war. What the hell. What the hell. He was tired. Talk about bodies and rulers to someone else. is taken to protect that one." "But Lethla! His body must mean something!" Burnett swallowed and didn't say anything more, but he closed his eyes. He stood there, smelling the death-odor in the hot air of the ship, hearing the chug-chug-chug of the blood pumps down below, and his own heart waiting warm and heavy at the base of his throat. "This is my last cargo, Rice. I can't take it any longer. And I don't care much how I go back to earth. This Venusian here—what's his name? Lethla. He's number ninety-eight. Shove me into shelf ninety-nine beside him and get the hell home. That's how I feel!" Rice was going to say something, but he didn't have time. Lethla was alive. He rose from the floor with slow, easy movements, almost like a dream. He didn't say anything. The heat-blast in his white fingers did all the Burnett swallowed hard. The body had looked funny. Too dead. Now he biting lines into his sharp face. Rice got it out, finally. "How'd you do it?" he demanded, bitterly. "How'd you live in the void? It's impossible!" A crazy thought came ramming down and exploded in Burnett's head. Lethla showed his needle-like teeth. "I thought it might be. Where's your radio?" "Go find it!" snapped Rice, hotly. "I will." One hand, blue-veined, on the ladder-rungs, Lethla paused. is safe. Don't move." Whispering, his naked feet padded white up the ladder. Two long breaths later something crashed He smiled. "That's better. Now. We can talk—" Rice said it, slow: "Interplanetary law declares it straight, Lethla! Get out! Only dead men belong here." Lethla's gun grip tightened. "More talk of that nature, and only dead men there will be." He blinked. "But first—we must rescue Kriere...." now! " Rice didn't move. Burnett moved first, feeling alive for the first time in years. "Sure," said Sam, smiling. "We'll pick him up." "No tricks," said Lethla. Rice grumbled and cursed after him. On the way up, Burnett thought about it. About Lethla poised like Burnett set his teeth together, bone against bone. Help Kriere escape? stirring to life in Burnett's ears. Not so easily could they be ignored. You may never catch up with the war again. The last trip! Yes, this could be it. Capture Kriere and end the war. But what ridiculous fantasy was it made him believe he could actually do it? body vanished as he tautened his spine, flexed his lean-sinewed arms, wet thin lips. "Now, where do you want this crate?" he asked Lethla easily. He was thinking about three thousand eternal nights of young bodies being ripped, slaughtered, flung to the vacuum tides. Ten years of hating a job and hoping that some day there would be a last trip and it would all be over. loved, caressed, tended by his familiar touching. Looking ahead, he squinted. eyes sealed, lips gaping, hands sagging, clutching emptily at the stars. "We're about fifty miles from him, catching up." Burnett turned to Lethla with an intent scowl. Funny. This was the first and the last time anybody would ever board the alive. His stomach went flat, tautened with sudden weakening fear. If Kriere could be captured, that meant the end of the war, the end of shelves stacked with sleeping warriors, the end of this blind searching. Kriere, then, had to be taken aboard. After that— There was a way. And there was a weapon. And the war would be over and this would be the last trip. Sweat covered his palms in a nervous smear. "Steady, Rice," he said, matter of factly. With the rockets cut, there was too much silence, and his voice sounded guilty standing up alone in star-port." Burnett slipped from the control console. Rice replaced him grimly. Burnett strode to the next console of levers. That spot on his back kept aching like it was sear-branded X. For the place where the bullet to be rescued. Burnett smiled right back at him. What Kriere didn't know was that he was about to end a ten-years' war. There was only one Lethla watched. He watched while Burnett exhaled, touched another lever and said: "You know, Lethla, there's an old saying that only dead men come aboard the Constellation . I believe it." started laughing. He didn't finish laughing for maybe ten minutes. He heard the retriever claws come inside, and the star-port grind shut. Out of the red darkness, Rice's voice came and then he could see Rice's Rice said, "Sam, you shouldn't have done it. You shouldn't have, Sam." "To hell with it." Burnett winced, and fought to keep his eyes open. Something wet and sticky covered his chest. "I said this was my last trip and I meant it. One way or the other, I'd have quit!" "This is the hard way—" "Maybe. I dunno. Kind of nice to think of all those kids who'll never have to come aboard the "We haven't got a full cargo, boy." this rocket, and not once come back without a bunch of the kids who want to sleep easy on the good green earth. Not right to be going back any way—but—the way—we used to—" His voice got all full of fog. As thick as the fists of a dozen warriors. Rice was going away from him. Rice was standing still, and

<question>:
What was Burnett’s greatest motivation to collect the 99th body?

<options>:
A He saw a way to end the conflict
B Finally something exciting was happening on the ship
C He wanted to learn more about the mechanism to breathe in space
D He wanted to go home

<answer>:

A