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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his only possible foe, for the satisfaction of making a fool of you." "Easier said than done, my friend," Paulson said crisply. "True," I agreed, "but he is devious, the devil! He plans to convince keeps me awake at night thinking of all those bodies I have sent to the vaults, and it interferes to a marked extent with my digestion. I thought before Councilman Coleman came to see me that there wasn't much that could bother me worse. Coleman came in the morning before I was really ready to face the day. My nerves were fairly well shot from the kind of work I did as "No!" "Yes, and he will pretend to find you accidentally and get you to help superintendent of Dreamland. I chewed up my pill to calm me down, him find a way back to his own world, glorying in making a fool of you. But you can use every moment to learn his every weakness." Councilman Coleman was an impressive figure in a tailored black tunic. His olive features were set off by bristling black eyes and a mobile mustache. He probably scared most people, but not me. Authority doesn't frighten me any more. I've put to sleep too many megalomaniacs, dictators, and civil servants. "Warden Walker, I've been following your career with considerable interest," Coleman said. "My career hasn't been very long, sir," I said modestly. I didn't justified they might think it was. "Hey, Warden," Captain Keller bellowed as I approached my office door, "when are you going to let me throw that stiff Coleman into the sleepy-bye vaults? He's still sitting in there on your furniture as smug as you please." "Tell me," Coleman said, crossing his legs, "what do you think of said. It didn't sound right. them or turn them free we have to imprison them." I waited for Coleman's reaction. He merely nodded. Now was the time. I stretched out my wet palm toward the door. Was or was not Coleman telling the truth when he said this life of mine "Of course, it's barbaric to think of a prison as a place of purpose of confinement is confinement." punishment," I continued. "A prison is a place to keep a criminal away Then, as I touched the door, I knew the only decision that could have living through a—uh—movie with full sensory participation for year after year can get boring." "I should think so," Coleman said emphatically. "Warden, don't you sometimes feel the old system where the prisoners had the diversions I changed my decision then, in that moment. And, in the next, changed it back to my original choice. "Coleman," I said, "you can get out of here. As warden, I'm granting you a five-year probation." The councilman stood up swiftly, his eyes catching little sparks of riots, solitary confinement, television, and jailbreaks may have Councilman Coleman didn't look as if he had moved since I had left him. He was unwrinkled, unperspiring, his eyes and mustache crisp as ever. they know they have relatives and friends outside the dream. They know, unless—" Coleman lifted a dark eyebrow above a black iris. "Unless?" uneasy. "No, Councilman, they don't. They know they aren't really Alexander of Macedonia, Tarzan, Casanova, or Buffalo Bill. They are "How do prisoners like that adjust to reality?" Was he deliberately trying to ask tough questions? "They don't. They Coleman parted his lips, but then the planes of his face shifted into another pattern. "You never believed me." "Almost, but not quite. You knew I was on the narrow edge in this kind think they are having some kind of delusion. Many of them become Coleman removed a pocket secretary and broke it open. "About these new free-choice models—do you think they genuinely are an improvement over the old fixed-image machines?" schizoid and pretend to go along with reality while secretly 'knowing' it to be a lie." Coleman sat back down suddenly. because of your high position, but at the same time you didn't want too long a sentence. But I'm doing you no favors. You get no time from me, Coleman." "How did you decide to do this?" he asked. "Don't tell me you never doubted. We've all doubted since we found out about the machines: which Coleman stood up and walked out of my office. The clock told me it was after five. I began clearing my desk. Captain Keller stuck his head in, unannounced. "Hey, Warden, there's an "Yes, indeed," Coleman concurred. Just that and no more. Warden." enough to wreck my career when it came time for promotion. Nothing like this had ever happened in my years as warden. Suddenly, Coleman's words hit me in the back of the neck. If I got through the next twenty-four hours. any meaning for me. He smiled at me briefly in supreme confidence. suddenly get enough guilt feelings to cause you to give yourself up?" Paulson tried his insufficient best to smile evilly. "It wasn't conscience, Warden. I never lie awake a minute whenever I kill anybody. It's just—well, Dreaming isn't so bad. Last time I was Allen isn't violent, is he?" I asked in some concern. The room was still in disarray. "Naw, he ain't violent, Warden. He just thinks he's somebody important." "Sounds like a case for therapy, not Dreamland. Who does he think he is?" "Councilman Coleman." I whistled. "What did they nail him on?" "Misuse of authority." over the bombshell Coleman had tossed in my lap in the morning, but now I could think. Coleman entered wearing the same black tunic, the same superior attitude. His black eyes fastened on me. "Sit down, Councilman," I directed. He deigned to comply. I studied the files flashed before me. Several times before, Coleman had been guilty of slight misuses of his authority: helping his friends, harming his enemies. Not enough to make him be impeached than a day. Even with the best intentions, mistakes can be taken for deliberate errors. Not to mention the converse. For his earlier errors, Coleman had first received a suspended sentence, then two terminal sentences to be fixed by the warden. My predecessors had given him first a few weeks, then a few months of sleep in Dreamland. Coleman's eyes didn't frighten me I focused right on the pupils. "That was a pretty foul trick, Councilman. Did you hope to somehow frighten only a Dream such as I imposed on my own prisoners could help him, I couldn't see. "Warden Walker," Coleman intoned in his magnificent voice, "I'm shocked. I "Not at all," Councilman Coleman asserted. "According to the facts as you know them, I am 'guilty' and must be confined." pardon him despite the misguided rulings of the courts. Then I thought of something else. "You show symptoms of being a habitual criminal, Coleman. I think you deserve life ." Coleman cocked his head thoughtfully, concerned. "That seems rather extreme, Warden." "You would suggest a shorter sentence?" life—no, I think not." I threw up my hands. You don't often see somebody do that, but I did. I couldn't figure him. Coleman had wealth and power as a councilman in the real world, but I had thought somehow he wanted to escape to a Dream world. Yet he didn't want to be in for life, the way Paulson and I said, "is a difficult decision for me, sir. Would you make yourself comfortable here for a time, Councilman?" Coleman smiled benignly. "Certainly, Warden." I walked out of my office, slowly and carefully. Horbit was sitting in his detention quarters idly flicking through

<question>:
What is the relationship like between Coleman and the warden?

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A They generally enjoy their time together serving the public
B Coleman is playing tricks on the warden and it upsets him
C They have a general understanding of each other as service members
D The warden is unsuspecting of Coleman’s true intentions

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B