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

<passage>:
Irgi was the last of his monster race, guardian of a dead planet, master of the secret of immortality. It was he whom the four men from Earth had to Irgi was the last of his race. There was no one else, now there had been no others for hundreds and hundreds of years. Irgi had lost count of time dwelling alone amid the marble halls of the eon-ancient city, but he knew that much. There were no others. Only Irgi, alone. He moved now along the ebony flooring, past the white marble walls hung with golden drapes that never withered or shed their aurate luster in the opalescent mists that bathed the city in shimmering whiteness. They hung low, those wispy tendrils of mist, clasping everything in their clinging shelter, destroying dust and germs. Irgi had discovered the mist many years ago, when it was too late to save his kind. He had flung a vast globe of transparent metal above this greatest of from the far-off jungle city of Kreed had he brought the riches of the Urg and set them up. Irgi enjoyed beauty, and he enjoyed work. It was the combination of both that kept him sane. Toward a mighty bronze doorway he went, and as his body passed an with a pale blue luminescence that glimmered upon metal rods and bars and ten tall cones of steelite. In the doorway, Irgi paused and ran his eyes about the chamber, sighing. This was his life work, this blue hum and throb. Those ten cones lifting their disced tips toward a circular roof bathed in, and drew suspended between the cones, in midair. All power did the cones and the block possess. There was nothing they could not do, if Irgi so willed. It was another discovery that came too late to save the Urg. Irgi moved across the room. He pressed glittering jewels inset in a into a hoarse roar. And standing out, startlingly white against the blue, was the queer block of shining metal, shimmering and pulsing. Irgi drew himself upwards, slowly turning, laving in the quivering bands of cobalt that sped outward from the cones. He preened his body in their patterns of color, watching it splash and spread over his then spread outwards, all over his huge form. Irgi was immortal, and the blue light made him so. "There, it is done," he whispered to himself. "Now for another oval I can roam all Urg as I will, for the life spark in me has been cleansed He touched the jeweled controls, shutting the power to a low murmur. He turned to the bronze doors, passed through and into the misty halls. "I must speak," Irgi said as he moved along the corridor. "I have not spoken for many weeks. I must exercise my voice, or lose it. That is "Yes, I will use my voice tonight, and I will go out under the dome and look up at the stars and the other planets that swing near Urg, and I will talk to them and tell them how lonely Irgi is." He turned and went along a hall that opened into a broad balcony which stood forth directly beneath a segment of the mighty dome. He stared upwards, craning all his eyes to see through the darkness pressing down upon him. "Stars," he whispered, "listen to me once again. I am lonely, stars, and the name and fame of Irgi means nothing to the walls of my city, nor to the Chamber of the Cones, nor even—at times—to Irgi himself." He paused and his eyes widened, staring upwards. Emerson took his hands from the controls of the gigantic ship that Emerson snorted, glancing down at the controls. Beneath his steady The ship rocked gently as Emerson set it down on a flat, rocky plain and launched it full at Emerson. Caught off guard, the Earthman lifted his sun-blaster—felt it ripped from his fingers, knew a hard blackness thrashing down at him. He went backwards, sickened.... Irgi stared at the things that lay on the white flagging. Queer beings two arms. And such weak little limbs! Why, an Urgian cat would make short work of them if an Urgian cat existed any more, and Irgi had never rated cats very highly. He looked at the spaceship, ran exploring feelers over it. He cast a always maintained that life would be different on other worlds. Life here on Urg took different patterns. Irgi bent to wrap long arms about the queer beings, lifting them. His eyes were caught suddenly by the lumps protruding from their arms and legs, from face and chest. The growth disease! That was bad, but Irgi He had been glad to find these creatures. They were someone to converse with after centuries of loneliness. But as he approached them there in the square, calling out gladly to them, they could not hear And if he could not speak to them, they could speak to him, through their minds. Once unconscious, he could tap their memories with an electrigraph screen. That should be absorbing. It made Irgi happy, reflecting upon it, and Irgi had not known happiness for a long time. From the passage he hurried into a large white room, fitted with glass vials and ovules and glittering metal instruments, so many in number Irgi dropped his burdens. With quick tendrils he adjusted straps to them, bound them securely. From a small, wheeled vehicle he took a metal rod and touched it to their foreheads. As it met the flesh, it hummed once faintly. "It's short-circulated their nervous systems for a while, absorbed the electric charges all intelligent beings cast," Irgi said aloud, glad at this chance to exercise his voice. "They won't be able to feel for some time. When the worst pain will have passed, they will recover. And now plugged in the cords that dangled from its frame to the metal clamps. "I wonder if they've perfected this," Irgi mused. "They must be aware as he flipped over a lever. A picture quivered on the screen grew nebulous, then cleared. Irgi picks at the crusted crystals, sweating and dying under a strange sun. Even these remnants of humanity festered with the growth. A tall, lean man in white looked out at him. His lips moved, and Irgi read their meaning. This man spoke to one named Emerson, commissioning him with a spaceship, reciting the need of radium, the dread of the plague. The thoughts of this Emerson were coming in clearer, as Irgi in sudden interest, flipped over different dials. The unspoken thoughts pouring into his brain through the screen continued. The words he did not understand, but the necessity for radium, and the danger of the growth disease he did. The pictures jumbled, grew chameleonesque— Irgi stared upward at a colossal figure graven in lucent white marble. He made out the letters chiseled into the base: GEORGE WASHINGTON. He wondered idly what this Washington had done, to merit such undying ! Irgi unfastened clamps, and rolled the screen aside. He reached to a series of black knobs inset in the wall, and turned them carefully. "When they realize that I am their friend, they will gladly hear my counsels!" Opening the laboratory door, Irgi passed out and closed it behind him. It was the sweat of agony trickling down his forehead and over his eyes and cheeks that woke Emerson. He opened his eyes, then clamped them Emerson. Something tells me I'd get a fortune for it, on Earth." Emerson squirmed helplessly, cursing him, saying, "What's gotten into

<question>:
How does Emerson's ship first enter the story?

<options>:
A Using the cones and the block, which generate energy, Urg constructed a tractor beam and pulled Emerson's ship down to the surface.
B Emerson's ship crash lands on Urg, and Irgi finds it while traveling aimlessly, sunk in depressed loneliness.
C Earth had contacted Urg to let them know that they were sending a mission to Urg, so it was no surprise to anyone.
D Irgi notices it from a distance while speaking his loneliness to the universe.

<answer>:

D