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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"Clark, how's the time going?" by logical methods. But given answer must be produced ... what do you do? right?" going about his normal business, said object, or shake it either. We're "If you'd admitted that earlier," Anderton said hoarsely, "we'd have half a million people out of the city by now. Maybe even a million." legitimate nature of The point is this, Joan: what that to the master of the into his affairs, but nobody had explained . of this kind, the 'laws' of chance are from the point of view of the storyteller, an organization like Civilian that a man with a feeling for the essence of a gamble can make a sheaf of background facts to feed to look at that lump on the screen and—play a hunch." "You're out of your mind," Anderton the breed, who come to us expecting done for them—but it's inherent in tried to fictionalize what we do—particularly Certainly nobody at CIA so much as thought of Braun when the news first came through. Harry Anderton, what a college student had thought said. identifying the egg this was when our records show us officially entering the affair, but, of course, Anderton spring despite his age. His clothing was as far from that of a difficulty in making out precisely what Anderton wanted of us. "Slow down, Colonel Anderton, please," I begged him. "Two or three seconds won't make that much difference. got to me," he said. "What's the pitch, Andy?" "Mr. Braun, this is Joan Hadamard, Clark Cheyney, Colonel Anderton. I'll be quick because we need "What's a dump cell?" he said. "It seems that this We don't know what it is. It may be speed now. A Polish ship has dropped old laundry. Obviously we've got to find out which—and we want you to tell us." you got machines to tell you answers like that?" The introductions were over. She was still saying: "What does it look like?" began to list and the Dr. Hadamard. Can't even tell its ... Oing know whether the , ... "That's what I keep trying to explain oing that none of them know anything like a motor running." an expert call it for us—somebody That's why I called you." more likely, some scapegoat—for "Why not?" government department. kind why should you guess wrong? Your by a loose corporation of universities don't get it. I wish you'd listen to me. Look, my wife and my kids are theirs, too. That's what I care about. "But I want to see it, anyhow." that matter to me, ." within the practicable lifetime of were Joan and Cheyney. I suppose I respectively. The titles were almost solely for the benefit of the T/O—that without having any right to is, Clark and Joan do serve in of sentences of explanation, trusting "My kids," he whispered. I don't think he knew that he was speaking Anderton had gone to work quickly and with decision once he was sure we were taking on the major question. The television that. So—is it a bomb or ain't it? ... oing , seemed to spring out from the audio ... oing ... oing and characterless. lip. The handkerchief remained crushed in his hand. Anderton said, "Of all the fool—" "Hush!" Joan said quietly. ... oing , ... I say it's a bomb. oing Slowly, Braun opened his eyes. " do something !" Anderton was already grabbing for the phone. "You're right, Mr. Braun. If it isn't already too late—" Cheyney shot out a hand and caught Anderton's telephone arm by the wrist. "Wait a minute," he said. "What d'you mean, 'wait a minute'? into the integrator's mouth. "What's like that?" "The ship. I want to see how heavily shielded that dump-cell is." "It isn't shielded at all," Anderton's voice said behind me. I hadn't She nodded and spoke into the "It won't go off. That's the one thing you can be sure it won't do." "What is this?" Anderton demanded. Joan asked Anderton. "Yes." "Get the reports through to me, "And what's this deadline stuff, anyhow?" "Have you taken blood tests?" Anderton picked up the phone and I took a firm hold on the doorknob. "Hey," Anderton said, putting the phone down again. "Are you going to duck out just like that? Remember, and sed rates on every man." "That's right, a dud." platelet counts, hematocrit the truth," he said grimly. "My "In other words, it's a dud," Joan this." said. not all we know now, evacuating the city may be just what the enemy wants us to do—so they can grab it unharmed. test how our facilities would stand for some other reason, any one of up in a real bomb-drop." "A real drop?" Anderton said. hunches don't work on stuff like "No, not exactly," I said. "The . As while he had been searching for his International Longshoreman's Association, a racket-ridden union now formally extinct—although anyone come true. I don't go for tricks like this, Andy." manager of an insurance firm, the sole visible function of which had For some reason, he had been amused by the brash youngster who'd barged to figure out what kind of a thing a better insight into how the union "So?" us to do." with a vengeance. He was of failure—an admission that to what he had told the still a professional gambler, and according "And that means that you were the one-shot gamble was the one lives." the equation stands for the moment When he did speak at last, what he said must have seemed insanely too, not because she had ever met irrelevant to Anderton, and maybe to Cheyney too. And perhaps it him, but because for her he was a meant nothing more to Joan than type study in the evolution of what is a disease," she told me. this is more important." It was, I believe, the sigh of a man your ordinary criminal is a moral imbecile, "There's always an almost-open conflict "It's funny," he said, "I was or later they crack trying to appease it." "Don't you believe it. The symptoms beginning actresses, joining playwrights' groups—he's the only member of Buskin and Brush who's never written a play, acted in one, or "That's his business." "Peter, you're only looking at the surface. His real investments almost never fail. But the plays he backs do. They have to interested in them—his type never is, because living a rigidly orthodox them to 'pay his debt to society'—in substitute." "The next thing he'll do is go in for You watch." within the had been born—the plainest kind of Anderton's challenge: "You can't take such a gamble. There are eight and a half million lives riding like he had a memory as good as any machine's. you was going to write," he said. His voice seemed absolutely unchanged, "Yes. I didn't know you knew I thing or two," he said. "What's the "That I can't tell you over the an expert. Can you come down to "My word on it." them, with orders to scorch it over more than once. Then I went back myself. The atmosphere had changed. Anderton was sitting by the big desk, clenching his fists and sweating his helplessness. Cheyney was bent over a seismograph, echo-sounding for the egg through the river trains of the Hudson &amp Manhattan stopped "Monig here," the audio said. from the egg. I can just figure out what it is. Remember "Yes. What's he got to do with it?" him." "What good is a professional gambler on a job like this? He'll just from a foundation of even deeper anywhere?" "Nothing's gotten us anywhere," Anderton interjected harshly. "We don't even know if that's the egg—the whole area is littered with crates.

<question>:
What is the name of the character telling the story?

<options>:
A Andy
B Braun
C Clark
D Anderton

<answer>:

A