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

<passage>:
condemned inquisitor? Stalemate In Space *** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK STALEMATE IN SPACE *** death-struggle, lashing out with flames of poison. Yet deep in their twisted, radioactive wreckage Planet Stories Summer 1949. Die now—die now—die now —" Evelyn Kane awoke, breathing slowly and painfully. The top of the cubicle was bulging inward on her chest, and it seemed likely that a rib or two was broken. How long ago? Years? Minutes? She had no way of Die now—die now—die now —" The votron had awakened her with its heart-breaking code message, and tiny cell, dormant, unwaking, to be livened only when it was certain The votron's telepathic dirge chronicled the latter fact. She had set in motion gigantic prime movers in the heart of the great globe, But life, now doled out by the second, was too delicious to abandon grow from a vast metal skeleton into a planet-sized globe, The Invader , sprang out of black space to enslave the budding Terran Confederacy, The Terrans could only fight for time and hope for a miracle. , commanded by her father, Gordon, Lord Kane, hurled itself from its orbit around Procyon and met The Invader And then, in an intergalactic proton storm beyond the Lesser Magellanic "No. I shall die here." die usefully. The mentors are trying to develop a force that will destroy both globes in the moment of our inevitable defeat. If they are battle." "There's an off-chance you may survive," countered a mentor. "We're also working on a means for your escape—not only because you are Gordon's daughter, but because this great proton storm will prevent radio contact with Terra for years, and we want someone to escape with our secret if and when our experiments prove successful." "But you must expect to die," her father had warned with gentle finality. would she die. the interior of the box. It was a shattered ruin. clutched their conquering battle globe in a metallic rigor mortis. unsafe, she must secure the unwitting assistance of her Scythian enemies. of her portable oxygen bottle almost subconsciously, while exploring to come would be her apparent harmlessness. Four hundred yards behind her she detected the mind of a low-born months since he had seen a woman. But then, his orders were to shoot. Yes, he would shoot. Evelyn turned in profile to the beam-gun and stretched luxuriously, hoping that her grimace of pain could not be detected. With satisfaction, she sensed a sudden change of determination in the mind he would call up the squad. Finally, they would kill her and move on. Women auxiliaries had no business here, anyway. Hips dipping, Evelyn sauntered into the shattered copse. The man moved faster, though still trying to approach quietly. Most of the radions in the mile-high ceiling had been destroyed, and the light was poor. He The inquisitor leaned forward, frowning at the girl before him. "Name?" "Evelyn Kane." The eyes of the inquisitor widened. "So you admit to a Terran name. Well, Terran, you are charged with having stolen passage on a supply this cool murderess. guards, and they walked out of the hut, exchanging sly winks with one another. Evelyn Kane crossed her arms across her chest and felt her broken rib gingerly. The inquisitor stared up at her in sadistic admiration. He would certainly be on hand for the execution. His anticipation was cut short with a horrible realization. Under the paralyzing force of a mind "From the center of the Terran globe, outward four hundred miles and sent to the Office of the Occupational Commandant, Zone One, for auditing. Evelyn was extremely careful with her mental probe as she descended from the transport. The Occupational Commandant would undoubtedly be high-born and telepathic. He must not have occasion to suspect a "Where did you want to go?" something to the guard, and then told Evelyn to follow her. In the anteroom a grey cat looked her over curiously, and Evelyn frowned. She might have to get rid of the cat if she stayed here. Under certain circumstances the animal could prove her deadliest enemy. some answer that would keep him from checking with the inquisitor. It He stopped, and his face took on a hunted look of mingled fear and anxiety. He appeared to listen. Evelyn tensed her mind to receive and deceive a mental probe. She was certain now that the Zone Commandant was high-born and telepathic. The chances were only fifty-fifty that she could delude him for any length sends you his compliments and wishes to see you on the balcony." He interest the artificial memories she supplied: Escapades with officers memories. identical—on his right hand seemed to denote a certain fastidiousness and unconscious superiority. To Evelyn the jeweled fingers bespoke an unnatural contrast to the past history of the man and were symptomatic of a personality that could find stimulation only in strange and cruel pleasures. In alarm she suddenly realized that she had inadvertently let her appraisal penetrate her uncovered conscious mind, and that this probe that she needed only to wish hard enough, and this would be a dream. A dream of a big, kind, dark-haired man with laugh-wrinkles about his bedtime stories to her from a great book with many pictures. prisoners. It is entertaining to shoot down helpless men, isn't it? It happened to you. Come to my quarters at the eighth metron tonight." thinly-clad dancer with narrowed eyes. Music, soft and subtle, floated from his communications box, illegally tuned to an officer's club somewhere. Evelyn made the rhythm part of her as she swayed slowly on tiptoe. For the last thirty "nights"—the hours allotted to rest and sleep—it Evelyn studied the trio with growing wonder. The old man and the boy were complete strangers. But the woman—! because he hated war. And that is a path in our country estate on suddenly dry. Yet, why should she be alarmed? She really didn't know the woman. The table luminar was on now, and Perat was prowling hungrily about the room, his scar twisting his otherwise handsome face into a snarling "Similarity! Bah! That loop of hair over her right forehead hid a scar identical to yours. I have had the individual frames analyzed!" Evelyn's hands knotted unconsciously. She forced her body to relax, but her mind was racing. This introduced another variable to be controlled in her plan for destruction. She its kind on all the planets of the Tharn suns, a mineralogical freak, but I guess he found another. But why should I want two of them?" Evelyn crossed the room and returned the ring. "Existence is so full of mysteries, isn't it?" murmured Perat. "Sometimes it seems unfortunate that we must pass through a sentient phase on our way to death. This foolish, foolish war. Maybe the old . "Some fool inquisitor can't show proper disposition of a woman prisoner." Evelyn's heart skipped a beat. "Indeed?" perfume and rubbed her ear lobes casually. "Odd smell," commented Perat, wrinkling his nose. "Odd scent," corrected Evelyn cryptically. She was thinking about the earnest faces of the mentors as they instructed her carefully in the use of the "perfume." The adrenalin glands, they had explained, persons. It had no effect on inactive adrenals. The question remained—who would be the more frightened, she or the

<question>:
Do you think it would be fun to live in the universe in which this story takes place?

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A No, the universe has fairly limited economic opportunities and prospects
B Yes, most of the individuals Evelyn interacts with are kindhearted
C Yes, the spaceships and universe are expansive and filled with opportunities
D No, the parts of the universe Evelyn interacts with have a decent amount of hazards and danger

<answer>:

D