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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When Johnson found him, he found too the secret to that Johnson got rain in his eyes, his nose, and his ears. That was the way Johnson. Opening the door of the joint, it was noise instead of rain notes pounding and jumping through the smoke and perfume clouded room. Feeling states came at him, intangible, but to his trained senses, perceptible emotional nuances of hate, love, fear, and rage. But mostly love. Since this place had been designed to excite the senses of both humans and Venusians, the love feelings were heavily tinged with straight sex. He sniffed at them, feeling them somewhere inside of him, aware of them but aware also that here was apprehension, and plain fear. Caldwell, sitting in a booth next to the door, glanced up as Johnson entered but neither Caldwell's facial expression or his eyes revealed that he had ever seen this human before. Nor did Johnson seem to recognize Caldwell. "Is the mighty human wanting liquor, a woman or dreams?" His voice was all soft syllables of liquid sound. The Venusian equivalent of a headwaiter was bowing to him. "I'll have a tarmur to start," Johnson said. "How are the dreams tonight?" "Ze vill be the most wonserful of all sonight. The great Unger hisself in a gesture indicating ecstasy. "It is my great regret that I must do ze work tonight instead of being wiz ze dreamers. Ah, ze great Unger hisself!" The headwaiter kissed the tips of his fingers. "Um," Johnson said. "The great Unger!" His voice expressed surprise, one?" As he was speaking, the headwaiter was deftly conducting Johnson "Not just yet," Johnson said. "See me a little later." "But certainly." The headwaiter was gone into the throng. Johnson was at the bar. Behind it, a Venusian was bowing to him. "Tarmur," Johnson admiring the slow rise of the tiny golden bubbles in it. To him, watching the bubbles rise was perhaps more important than drinking itself. "Beautiful, aren't they?" a soft voice said. He glanced to his right. A girl had slid into the stool beside him. She wore a green dress cut very low at the throat. Her skin had the pleasant tan recently on Earth. Her hair was a shade of abundant brown and her eyes were blue, the color of the skies of Earth. A necklace circled her throat and below the necklace ... Johnson felt his pulse quicken, for two reasons. place where no woman in her right mind ever came unescorted. Her eyes smiled up at him unafraid. Didn't she know there were men present here in this space port city who would snatch her bodily from the bar "They are beautiful," he said, smiling. "Thank you." "I was referring to the bubbles." Johnson choked as bubbles from the tarmur seemed to go suddenly up his "I am not a child," she answered with a firm sureness that left no doubt in his mind that she knew what she was saying. "And my name is "Don't you think it's a nice name?" "I certainly do. Probably the rest of it is even nicer." Sombrely, Johnson regarded her. What was she doing here? Was she in himself into an empty stool on his left. The man was Caldwell. thick, his tongue heavy. Johnson's eyes went back to the girl but out "Um," Johnson said, his eyes on Vee Vee. "How—" merriment that danced in them there was ice. Johnson felt cold. bowing and scraping in front of him. "The great one has decided, yes?" "Certainly," Johnson said. The decision was made on the spur of the he might be there. "Oh. But very good. Ze great Unger, you will love him!" The headwaiter clutched the gold coins that Johnson extended, bowed himself out of sight. "Say, I want to know more—" Johnson began. His words were drowned in a blast of trumpets. The band that had been playing went into sudden silence. Waves of perfume began to flow into the place. The perfumes were blended, but one aroma was prominent among them, the sweet, cloying, soul-stirring perfume of the Dreamer. Vee Vee, her hand on Johnson's elbow, rose. Johnson stood up with "Good," Johnson said. "What a sweet, charming child you—" "I told you before, I'm not a child." Johnson saw that Caldwell had risen and was following them. Caldwell's signs. Johnson ignored them. With Vee Vee's fingers lightly patting his playing. Human ears found it inharmonious at first, but as they became accustomed to it, they began to detect rhythms and melodies that human tingling feelings through his nose, Johnson entered the Room of the "What is it?" "Please!" Her voice grew sharp. "I think Johnny Johnson ought to know." "Johnny! How do you know my name?" "Shouldn't I recognize one of Earth's foremost scientists, even if he is incognito on Venus?" Her voice had a teasing quality in it. "But—" "And who besides Johnny Johnson would recognize the Karmer nerve grip "John Michael Johnson, known as Johnny to his friends, Earth's foremost expert in the field of electro-magnetic radiations within the human body!" Her words were needles of icy fact, each one jabbing deeper and deeper into him. "And how would I make certain you were Johnny Johnson, except by seeing me." A gray color came up inside his soul. "But—but—" His voice was Johnson felt his skin crawl. He moved toward a nest of cushions on left. thick and heavy. He sprawled to the floor on Johnson's left. Under effective weapons, but Johnson had a fondness for them. The feel of the Johnson felt his chest muscles contract, then relax. Vee Vee's fingers Johnson had not seen Unger appear. One second the circle of light had been empty, the next second the Venusian, smiling with all the impassivity of a bland Buddha, was in the light. He weighed three hundred pounds if he weighed an ounce, he was clad in a long robe that would impede movement. He had appeared in the bright beam of the spotlight as if by magic. Vee Vee's fingers dug deeper into Johnson's arm. "How—" went to sleep. Johnson saw the Dreamer's eyes close, watched the chest dug at Johnson's arm as if they were trying to dig under his hide for drew closer to him. A few minutes earlier, she had been a very certain young woman, able to take care of herself, and handle anyone around her. Now she was lay motionless. Johnson found himself with the tendency to hold his Rooms of the Dreamers. Certainly Martin thought so. And Johnson himself It was a wonderful thing, perhaps the most beautiful sight he had seen in his life. At the sight of it, a deep glow sprang inside of him. Back when he had been a kid he had dreamed of flight to the far-off stars. He had made models of space ships. In a way, they had shaped his destiny, had made him what he was. They had brought him where he was thrilled him. Something told him that this was real that here and now sound in the darkened room. Johnson settled down. A glance to his left He shook his head and tried again. Beside him, Vee Vee was silent, her face ecstatic, like the face of a woman in love. An invisible force seemed to twitch at Johnson's skin, nipping it here "Quiet!" Johnson ordered. "Yes," Johnson said. "Now be quiet. When the time goes we will all go "Please!" Johnson said. "Watch Unger!" Johnson said. The Dreamer floated. If wires suspended him, Johnson could not see them. If any known force lifted him, Johnson could not detect that On Johnson's right, Vee Vee seemed to flow to life. Her arms came up Johnson had no time to ask her what she meant. Somewhere in the back is here!" "To hell with the woman!" Caldwell grunted. "Martin's the important Johnson followed.

<question>:
Of the following options, which best describes Johnson?

<options>:
A Curious and oblivious
B Stern and bold
C Intelligent and prepared
D Handsome and talented

<answer>:

C