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. By ROBERT J. SHEA Illustrated by DICK FRANCIS Dreaming Through the Universe tonight brings you the first native Martian to appear on the dreamwaves—Gavir awaited the moment when his thoughts would be transmitted to millions of Earthmen. Malcomb told how he had been struck by Gavir's intelligence and missionary-taught ability to speak Earth's language, and had decided to bring Gavir to Earth. 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 father had tried to organize resistance to the Corporation. Mars was where the magic powers of the Earthmen and the helplessness of the Martian tribes would always protect the head of MDC from Gavir's his fist against his forehead. "Well, enough of that!" the moderator said briskly. "How about singing Gavir said, "I will sing the Song of Going to Hunt ." He heaved that Malcomb and the moderator winced. But Malcomb had told him that it wouldn't matter. The dreamees receiving the dreamcast would hear the song as it should sound, as Gavir heard it in his mind. Everything that Gavir saw and heard and felt in his mind, the dreamees of the camp as the shriveled Martian sun struck the tops of the Shakam Crouching behind crumbling red rocks, racing over flat expanses of desert beast whose body provided his tribe with all the essentials of protruded from its upper jaw. Its hand-like forepaws ended in hooked claws, to grasp and tear its prey. It was larger, stronger, faster than the hunter. The thin Martian air carried weirdly high-pitched ran out over the hard, tightly-stretched skin. hear the moderator winding up the dreamcast. Then the producer of the 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 Malcomb said, "You can't expect an untrained young Martian to control expression—invincible benignity—took control of his face. "I apologize for having spoken sharply, but dreamcasting is a Now he had an opportunity to learn more about the universe of the Earthmen. Despite Malcomb's orders, he was going to find a seller of books. During a reading class at the mission school, Father James had said, "In books there is power. All that you call magic in our Earth civilization is explained in books." Gavir wanted to learn. It was his only hope to find an alternative to the short, fear-ridden, impoverished life he foresaw for himself. A river of force carried him, along with thousands of Earthmen—godlike beings in their perfect health and their impregnable The Earthmen wore black garments and furs and metal ornaments. The broad-brimmed black hat. He carried a coiled whip in one hand. The 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!" He began to enjoy it. It was rare that a Martian had an opportunity to knock Earthmen down. The mood of the Song of Going to Hunt only the MDC men are exceptions, because they are living off Earth, here on Earth. A variation of it was given you to acclimate you to Earth's gravity and atmosphere. Well, since the R&amp "What is wrong with them?" "They seem to have outgrown their Ethical Conditioning. They live Dreaming Through the Universe soft plumpness and a receding hairline made him look slightly older than average. He pointed a rigid finger at Malcomb and Gavir. "I want you two to hear a condensed recording of statements taken from calls we received last night." 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!" A woman's voice followed: "If you let that boy go back to Mars I'll never dream a Global program More voices: "Enormous!" "Potent!" "Those callers that admitted their age were all Century-Plus. The boy 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 response, we talk about a contract. Okay?" Malcomb said, "His visa expires—" "We'll take care of his visa." something they go for. Undoubtedly because you're—forgive me—such a complete barbarian. That's what they're all trying to be." "Spare me another lecture on Senile Delinquency, Our Number One mean anything. Now what Song of Creation ." "It's part of a fertility rite," Malcomb explained. Song of Creation on the Farfel next morning. "Best response I've ever seen! The Century-Plussers have been rioting and throwing mass orgies ever since you sang. But they take time out to call us up and beg for more. I've got a sponsor and a two-year contract lined up for you." The sponsor was pacing back and forth in Hoppy Davery's office when Spurling, president of the Martian Development Corporation." handshake. "How do you do?" he said quietly. In his mind he congratulated himself. He had learned emotional control from the 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. lived too long on the frontier. And I know Bluies." Iwill sign the contract," said Gavir. As he drew his signature pictograph on the contract, Sylvie Davery sauntered in. She held a white tube between her painted lips. The end concentration camp you run on Mars. Coming, Gavir?" what what "How do you chase nothing?" things, disgusting things, vicious things. You know they're all nothing, but you have to do something, so you go on doing nothing, elaborately and violently." A tray of drinks rose through the floor. Sylvie frowned as she noticed a folded paper tucked between the glasses. She picked it up and read it, chuckled, and read it again, aloud. "Sir: I beg you to forgive the presumption of my recent attack on you. Since then you have captured my imagination. I now hold you to be not like a Martian woman, but he found the differences exciting and hundred years old. In the months that followed, Gavir's fame spread over Earth. By Song of Complaint . It was an ancient song, a Desert Man's outcry against injustice, enemies, false friends and callous leaders. It was a protest against sufferings that could neither be borne nor prevented. At the climax of 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 Conditioning. We don't have this trouble with our other performers. You just must remember that dreamvision is the most potent communications medium ever devised. Be careful ." Song of the Blood Feud . He moment. 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 refilled from nozzles of molded fire. Mars, Bluie, and you're out hunting a drock. And you find one, only floor and lay there face up, eyes open. The Senile Delinquents of

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How do Martians tell their stories?

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A Song
B Dreamcasting
C Oral tradition
D Written word

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A