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

<passage>:
He wished Trader Tom would return and extract some higher price from him for the Modifier, which was clearly missing from the kit. But Trader Tom would not be back. He came this way only once. Manet thumbed through the manual in mechanical frustration. As he did Manet just didn't know when to stop! William Manet was alone. There seemed something ominous about that finality. But he had paid a price for the kit, hadn't he? Who knew what price, when it came to Manet gave one final spurt from the flesh-sprayer and stood back. Manet stepped forward, lifted the model's left eyelid, tweaked his nose. As the device twisted as handily as good intentions, Manet realized Manet stared at the tiny wreck. "To say the least." "They all say that." Manet was Atmosphere Seeder Station 131-47's own human. All Manet had to do was sit in the beating aluminum heart in the middle "I am not your friend." Manet felt nothing more at this information than an esthetic pleasure "No?" isolate themselves in a useless job. They got, instead, William Manet "What's so bad about that?" Manet asked with some interest. to Mars was about one billion dollars. They weren't providing commuter It gave William Manet an opportunity to think he saw a spaceship making Manet suspected hallucination, but in an existence with all the pallid " Yes. So Manet put on the pressure suit he had been given because he would "Rationalization. You don't Manet's eyes wondered down to heavy water tumbler full of rich, amber want to kill me. And you can't stop "That's what I'm trying to tell you," Manet said irritably, his social choose it to be, so long as you're with Trader Tom. 'Service,' that's "Trader Tom? Service?" "Yes! That's it exactly. It's exactly. Trader Tom Service—Serving Manet took the tumbler in both hands and drank. It was good whiskey, "Ah," Trader Tom said, cautionary. He moved nearer the fire and warmed service. I represent free enterprise." Ask anyone on the street. Businessmen are reactionary even beyond the capitalistic system. Money is a fiction that exists mostly on paper. They play along on paper to get paper things, but to get real things they can forego the papers. Comprehend, "I don't believe you," Manet stated flatly. His conversation had grown already supply us with? And if there was anything, how could we pay for it? My year's salary wouldn't cover the transportation costs of this glass of whiskey." "Excellent, if you prefer." "I only meant—but never mind. We give you what you want. As for paying for it—why, forget about the payment. You may apply for a Trader Tom Credit Card." "And I could buy anything that I wanted with it?" Manet demanded. "That's absurd. I'd never be able to pay for it." "That's it precisely!" Trader Tom said with enthusiasm. "You never pay for it. Charges are merely deducted from your estate ." Trader Tom demonstrated his peculiar shrug. "All businesses operate on Manet finished the mellow whiskey and looked into the glass. It seemed to have been polished clean. "What do you have to offer?" "Whatever you want?" "I know? All right, I know. You don't have it for sale." am a trader—Trader Tom. I trade with many parties. There are, for Manet gave in to it. "I want to be not alone," he said. "Of course," Trader Tom replied, "I suspected. It is not so unusual, you know. Sign here. And here. Two copies. This is yours. Thank you so much." 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 "It is commercialized," Trader Tom admitted with no little chagrin. "It is presented to appeal to a twelve-year-old child, an erotic, "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." "Well, is it guaranteed?" "There are no guarantees," Trader Tom admitted. "But I've never had any "Suppose I'm the first?" Manet suggested reasonably. "You won't be," Trader Tom said. "I won't pass this way again." 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 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 . Manet tried to flip past this 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 "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 Manet knew it all. He had heard it all before. ad nauseum . What a and concept, why did he have to be trapped with such an unoriginal Manet had been interested in the Fabulous Forties—Lt. "Hoot" Gibson, Manet's only consolidation was that Ronald's tastes were lower than his "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." "Okay. Anything you want, William, old conquerer." Manet scrunched up inside himself in impotent fury. a fist fight to avoid trouble between them. He would do anything Manet 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 "The original, non-binding estimate at the time of your departure was handsome salary for the time spent on Mars. We have every reason to 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. 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 forever! Now what do you think about that?" "If you think it's the right 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>:
What did Manet ask for from the trader?

<options>:
A A companion
B Whiskey
C Nothing
D A credit card

<answer>:

A