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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Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from the September 1960 issue of If. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. Star Performer By ROBERT J. SHEA Illustrated by DICK FRANCIS of Earthmen. Malcomb told how he had been struck by Gavir's and had decided to bring Gavir to Earth. The moderator turned to Gavir. "Are you anxious to get back to Mars?" Gavir thought. Back behind the Preserve Barrier that killed you Mars was where Gavir's father had been pinned, bayonets through his Barrier, to die slowly, out of Gavir's reach. Father James told Gavir that the head of MDC himself had ordered the killing, because Gavir's Martian tribes would always protect the head of MDC from Gavir's Gavir said, "I will sing the sound, as Gavir heard it in his mind. Everything that Gavir saw and heard and felt in his mind, the dreamees Gavir sat down on the divan, exhausted, his song finished. He didn't He began shouting even before Gavir removed his headset. "What kind of a fool are you? Before you started that song, you dreamed things about the Martian Development Corporation that were libelous! I got As they left the Global Dreamcasting System building, Gavir said to the man who had ordered his father's death. civilization is explained in books." Gavir wanted to learn. It was his impoverished life he foresaw for himself. A river of force carried him, along with thousands of stopped and stared. Gavir stared back. Earthmen turned to one another. "A Martian." "Let's give pain and death to the Martian! It will be a new experience—one to savor." "Take pain, Martian!" lash fell on Gavir. He felt a savage sting in the arm he had thrown up Gavir leaped at the Earthmen. He clubbed the man with the whip across the face. As the others rushed in, Gavir flailed about him with long Song of Going to Hunt came over at once turned and ran. Gavir drew back his arm and threw the knife The Earthmen disappeared into a lift-force field. Gavir decided not to Earth's gravity and atmosphere. Well, since the R&amp R treatment was developed, we Earthmen have a life-expectancy of about one hundred "They seem to have outgrown their Ethical Conditioning. They live wildly. Violently. It's a problem without precedent, and we don't know what to do with them. The fact is, Senile Delinquency is our number one problem." "Why not punish them?" said Gavir. "They're too powerful. They are often people who've pursued successful careers and acquired a good deal of property and position. And there are getting to be more of them all the time. But come on. You and I The impeccably affable producer of Dreaming Through the Universe Hoppy Davery, executive vice-president in charge of production. Scion of one of Earth's oldest communications media families!" Gavir stiffened. They had gotten into trouble because of his thoughts about MDC. A voice boomed out of the ceiling. "That Martian boy has power. That song was a fist in the jaw. More!" "If you let that boy go back to Mars I'll never dream a Global program More voices: "Enormous!" "Potent!" like being mad!" "Keep him on Earth." appeals to the Century-Plus mentality. I want to try him again. This time on a really big dream-show, not just an educational 'cast. Got a Gavir trembled with joy. Hoppy Davery pressed another button and a "See?" said Hoppy to Gavir. "The Century-Plus mentality. You've got professional name—Blue Boy. Gavir doesn't Gavir thought. "Perhaps you would like the Song of Creation ." The following week, Gavir sang the Song of Creation on the Farfel Gavir's hand leaped at the narvoon under his doublet. congratulated himself. He had learned emotional control from the Earthmen. Here was the man who had ordered his father crucified! Yet he had managed to hide his instant desire to strike, to kill, to carry was not a trace of the usual Earthman's kindliness in his square, battered face. "I'm told you got talent. Okay, but a Bluie is a Bluie. Caution told Gavir to refuse. But before he could speak Spurling Spurling laughed. "I've heard about you Century-Plussers. You're all sick." "You can't claim any monopoly on mental health. Not with that concentration camp you run on Mars. Coming, Gavir?" Gavir grinned at Spurling. "The contract, I believe, does not cover my Century-Plussers. Gavir told her about the attack, and she laughed. "It won't happen again. You're a hero to the Senile Delinquents now. By the way, the big fellow with the broad-brimmed hat, he's one of the most prominent Senile Delinquents of our day. He's president of the biggest privately-owned space line, but he likes to call himself the Hat Rat. You must be one of the few people who ever got away from him "He seemed happy to get away from me," said Gavir. and smiled at Gavir. Gavir contemplated her. That she was over a hundred years old was a know what I wanted to do. It was Ethical Conditioning or nothing, so I picked it, chuckled, and read it again, aloud. "Sir: I beg you to forgive the presumption of my recent attack on attractive. He went to her, and he forgot entirely that she was over a hundred years old. In the months that followed, Gavir's fame spread over Earth. By spring, the rating computers credited him with an audience of eight Davery doubled Gavir's salary. Gavir toured the world with Sylvie, mobbed everywhere by worshipful distance in crowds around Gavir, now wore a wide-brimmed hat of Then there came the dreamcast on which Gavir sang the Song of Complaint . It was an ancient song, a Desert Man's outcry against injustice, the song Gavir pictured a tribal chief who refused to make fair bundles of money from a starving Gavir. Then he ended the song. A recorded voice boomed: "This is Hat Rat. Pay the Blue Boy what he deserves, or I will give you death. It will be a personal thing between you and me. I will besprinkle you with corrosive acids I will Gavir spread his big blue hands. "I am sorry. I don't want more money. "I will," said Gavir. On his next dreamcast Gavir sang the Song of the Blood Feud . He of Jarvis Spurling. Gavir held the image in his mind for a long When the dreamcast was over, a studio page ran up to Gavir. "Mr. They went to Lucifer Grotto, where Gavir's wealthiest admirers among over a hundred Century-Plus ladies and gentlemen. Gouts of flame leaped from the walls to light antique-style cigarettes. Drinks were refilled from nozzles of molded fire. An hour passed from the time of Gavir's arrival. put my face on that animal! You want to make the public hate me. I pay your salary and keep you here on Earth, and this is what I get for it. pistol out and pointed it at Gavir. Gavir stood up. His right hand plucked at his doublet. Gavir took out the narvoon, grasped the blade, and drew his arm back. "Gavir!" contrivance of dark brown wood and black metal tubing cradled in his arm. "This ancient shotgun I dedicate to your blood feud. I shall hunt down your enemy, Gavir!" Still holding the narvoon, Gavir stood over his dead enemy. He threw

<question>:
What is Gavir's motivation?

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A Fear
B Money
C Revenge
D Fame

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C