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

<passage>:
Manet thumbed through the manual in mechanical frustration. As he did Manet just didn't know when to stop! William Manet was alone. The Final Model . There seemed something ominous about that finality. But he had paid He glanced forward and found the headings: lectures to a bored and captive audience of one. under his fingers.... Manet gave one final spurt from the flesh-sprayer and stood back. Victor was finished. Perfect. Manet stepped forward, lifted the model's left eyelid, tweaked his nose. "Move!" Victor leaped back into the Lifo kit and did a jig on one of the flesh-sprayers. As the device twisted as handily as good intentions, Manet realized that it was not a flesh-sprayer but the Modifier. "It's finished!" were Victor's first words. "It's done!" Manet stared at the tiny wreck. "To say the least." Victor stepped out of the oblong box. "There is something you should No one on Earth was as lonely as William Manet, and even William Manet understand. I am different from the others." Manet was Atmosphere Seeder Station 131-47's own human. "They all say that." All Manet had to do was sit in the beating aluminum heart in the middle Manet felt nothing more at this information than an esthetic pleasure at the symmetry of the situation. "It completes the final course in socialization," Victor continued. "I am your adversary. I will do everything I can to defeat you. I have all for the job. Well-balanced, well-integrated men weren't going to isolate themselves in a useless job. They got, instead, William Manet "What's so bad about that?" Manet asked with some interest. "I've finished. I've done my worst. I have destroyed the Modifier." "You'll have Veronica and Ronald and me forever now. We'll never change. You'll get older, and we'll never change. You'll lose your was frightful. Victor smiled. "Aren't you going to denounce me for a fiend?" "Yes, it is time for the denouncement. Tell me, you feel that now you are through? You have fulfilled your function?" Manet suspected hallucination, but in an existence with all the pallid human beings, and was about to close down its bulkheads on him as sure So Manet put on the pressure suit he had been given because he would me because then you would have nothing left to do. You'll never kill me." "Of course not!" Victor stormed. "Fundamental safety cut-off!" "Rationalization. You don't Manet's eyes wondered down to heavy water tumbler full of rich, amber to kill me. And you can't stop challenging me at every turn. That's your function." "Stop talking and just think about your miserable life," Victor said meanly. "Your friends won't grow and mature with you. You won't make any new friends. You'll have me to constantly remind you of your want "That's what I'm trying to tell you," Manet said irritably, his social Manet took the tumbler in both hands and drank. It was good whiskey, "I don't believe you," Manet stated flatly. His conversation had grown "And I could buy anything that I wanted with it?" Manet demanded. Manet finished the mellow whiskey and looked into the glass. It seemed Manet gave in to it. "I want to be not alone," he said. Manet handed back the pen and stared at the laminated card in his hand. When he looked up from the card, Manet saw the box. Trader Tom was "What's the cost?" Manet asked. "Before I accept it, I have to know the charges." "You never know the cost. Only your executor knows that. It's the Trader Tom plan." "Suppose I'm the first?" Manet suggested reasonably. Manet didn't open the box. He let it fade quietly in the filtered but Manet puttered around the spawning monster, trying to brush the copper himself, winking at Annie Oakley, and waiting to go mad. Finally, Manet woke up one morning. He lay in the sheets of his bunk, crumbled as easily as ideals. But Manet was old enough to remember the Manet opened the book and, turning one blank page, found the title .... Then The Final Model . Manet tried to flip past this section, but the pages after the sheet labeled The Final Model were Manet flipped back to page one. "Tie game," Manet said. Cheerfulness was a personality trait Manet had thumbed out for him. Cheerful. Submissive. Co-operative. Manet had selected these factors in "The Korean-American War was the greatest of all wars," Ronald said pontifically. "Only in the air," Manet corrected him. Intelligence was one of the factors Manet had punched to suppress. any more than Manet, but he could (and did) know less. He had seen to last of which took place near the end of the First World War. The aerial duel, sometimes inaccurately referred to as a 'dogfight' was not that this took greater skill, man more wedded to machine, than the leisurely combats of World War One." Manet knew it all. He had heard it all before. human being? Manet had been interested in the Fabulous Forties—Lt. "Hoot" Gibson, Manet's only consolidation was that Ronald's tastes were lower than his own. He patriotically insisted that the American Sabre Jet was superior to the Mig. He maintained with a straight face that Tommy Dorsey was a "Ronald," Manet said, "you are a terrific jerk." Manet blocked it deftly and threw a right cross. Manet stepped inside the swing and lifted an uppercut to the ledge of "Had enough?" he asked Manet. Manet dropped his fists to his sides and turned away. "Yes." "No." "Okay. Anything you want, William, old conquerer." Manet scrunched up inside himself in impotent fury. Manet's eyes orbitted towards the checkerboard. But if he were so much more stupid than he, Manet, why was it that Manet lay stretched out on his back, naked, in front of the transparent By rolling his eyes back in his head, Manet could see over a hedge of Manet padded on down the hall. He had, he recalled, shoved Ronald It irritated Manet. He never understood how the British had got the original estimate was substantially correct. The total Finally, Manet went back to the solarium and dragged the big box out. Manet selected the ripple-finished gray-covered manual from the Manet opened the book to the chapter headed: Veronica crept up behind Manet and slithered her hands up his back and Manet folded his arms stoically and added: "Please don't talk." Manet elbowed Veronica away in a gentlemanly fashion. "Don't be silly," Veronica said. "Who else would stop those vile North Koreans and Red China 'volunteers'?" "Veronica," he said carefully, "the Korean War is over. It was finished even before the last of the jet pilots." "Don't be silly," she snapped. "If it were over, I'd know about it, less equipped with Manet's own store of information, than Ronald. Ronald's cries grew louder as Manet marched Veronica through the "Shut up!" Manet yelled. Manet threw back the bolt and wheeled back the hatch. Ronald didn't say anything to Manet. "You," Manet said to Veronica with a shove in the small of the back, "Do you know what I'm going to do with you?" Manet demanded. "I'm going Manet slammed the hatch in disgust. Manet walked carefully down the corridor, watching streamers of Manet giggled. "What? What was that? Do you suggest that I take you diligently, Manet concluded that there weren't enough parts left in the

<question>:
Which humans does Manet converse with in the story?

<options>:
A The Atmospheric Seeding Manager
B The BBC communications operator
C None
D Victor

<answer>:

C