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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spoke of it, except at first, when Earl was a boy of seven and they had about them it lent an air of authenticity to her claim of being a Also, she wore her hair long, almost to the shoulders. People said, "There goes one of the old-fashioned ones. That hair-do was popular back in the sixties." They did not suspect that she did this only to by the thought pattern of the particular individual. Several times in the past seven years Mrs. Jamieson had seen other Konvs, and had been tempted to identify herself and say, "Here I am. You are one of them She learned that he was an Agent completely by accident. While cleaning the cabin one morning his badge fell out of a shirt pocket. She stood She would wait until her son, Earl, was grown. Together they would seek revenge. He did not have the cylinder—not yet. But he would. The Konvs took care of their own. Her husband had been one of the first, and they would not forget. One day the boy would disappear for a few hours. When he returned the small patch of gauze would be behind his ear. She would shield him until the could be lived. It happened to Earl one hot summer day when he was fourteen. Mrs. Jamieson was working in her kitchen Earl supposedly was swimming with his friends in the river. Suddenly he appeared before her, completely nude. At sight of his mother his face paled and he began to shake violently, so that she was forced to slap him to prevent hysteria. She You may as well get used to it now." "Get used to what?" "To people seeing you nude." "What?" "Never mind. What happened just now?" like his before. He asked who was Earl Jamieson, and I said I was. Then Earl faced the window, looking out, then turned quickly back. "What is "Well, don't take on so. You'll get used to it." "But they shouldn't have! They didn't even ask me!" followed you. I never told anyone." "But you were only nine!" with controlled impurities. He had made it, looking for a better knew how to construct it, and he kept the secret, giving cylinders to selected people. He worked out the basic principle, calling it a reason for noticing them at all was lost. Normal men no longer thought of them as human. He went alone, not knowing if he could go so far, or what he would find when he arrived. But he did arrive, and it was what he had sought. He returned for the others. They gathered one night in a dirty, "I don't blame you, mother," Earl said simply. "But we are freaks. His friends called to him from the river, but he chose not to hear. He wanted to be alone. He needed to think, to feel the newness of the thing. within walking distance of his clothes, because he still lacked the tricks others had learned. at night mostly, taking longer and longer jumps, until Earl's knew the habits of Agents. She knew how to avoid them. They would select a spot sufficiently remote to insure detection, she would devise some prank to irritate the Agents Earl changed. Even before the summer was over, he matured. The childish antics of his friends began to bore him. "Be careful, Earl," his mother would say. "Remember who you are. Play with them sometimes, even if you don't like it. You have a long way to go before you will be ready." During the long winter evenings, after they had watched their favorite video programs, they would sit by the fireplace. "Tell me about the great ones," he would say, and she would repeat all the things she remembered about Stinson and Benjamin and Straus. She never tired of discussing them. She would tell about Benjamin's wife, Lisa, and try to possible about his father's death, knowing that soon the Agents would be after Earl. They were so clever, so persistent. She wanted him to be ready, not only in ways of avoiding their traps ... but ready with a heart full of hate. hate!" But she clenched her hands over her knitting, knowing that he would learn it faster if she avoided the word. Earl was ready for college. They had successfully kept their secret. They had been vigilant in every detail. Earl referred to the "damn young doctor will be needed. Study hard, Earl. Learn all you can. Even the great ones get sick." She did not mention her secret hope, that before they left Earth he would have fully avenged his father's death. He was clever and intelligent. entrance. This was Earl's room. Ostensibly the private entrance was for Excitement brought color to her cheeks when she thought of Earl facing one of them—a lean, cunning jaguar facing a fat, lazy bear. It was her notion that federal Agents were evil creatures, tools of a decadent, finished she showed Earl regally into the room, making a big joke of it. "Why not? Stinson selected only educated, intelligent people. When She said quickly, "You can if you wish. I just thought you'd like being alone, at your age. Most boys do." "I'm not like most boys, mother. The Konvs saw to that. Sometimes I'm sorry. Back in high school I used to wish I was like the others. Do you remember Lorane Peters?" His mother nodded. "Well, when we were seniors last year she liked me quite a lot. She didn't say so, but I knew it. She would sit across the aisle from me, and sometimes when I saw how her hair fell over her face when she read, I wanted to lean over and She turned her back and slammed the door. Earl stood very still for Earl did not use the room that first year. He slept in the second thought he moved in an effort to please her because of the illness, but she soon grew aware of her mistake. One day he disappeared. clothes and made discreet inquiries. The slain man had been a Finnish Konv, one of those left behind by Stinson as an undesirable. His wife Earl from making the mistake of taking on more than he could handle. When she arrived at her own home, Earl was in his room. He shook his head. She stood in the doorway and watched him leaning over his desk, attempting to write something on a sheet of paper. She was proud of his profile, tow-headed as a boy, handsome in a masculine way. He cracked his knuckles nervously. "What did you do?" she asked. Suddenly he flung the pencil down, jumped from his chair and paced the floor. "I talked to an Agent last night," he said. didn't sound evil neither did "Al Jonson." She was shaken by this more than she would permit Earl to see. "Why did you want the names?" "I don't know," he said. "Curiosity, maybe, or a subconscious desire for revenge. I just wanted to see them." He didn't know why—not yet—but he would. "He'll do it yet!" she whispered to the flowered wallpaper. She didn't care that no one heard her. And they were in the best position to gain them. She was consumed by fear that one or more of the men on Earl's list might have acquired a cylinder and were now Konvs themselves. He turned away from her. "It doesn't matter whether I did or not. They will suspect me. His name was on the list." "Well, what else can he do?" Earl asked. "After all, he is an Agent. Earl stunned immobile—not by the blow, but from the knowledge that she could hate so suddenly, viciously. Earl sat down suddenly, "It's just as well. I thought maybe some day I might hate them too, or learn to like them. But I can do neither, so I am halfway between, and no man can live this way." She did not answer him. Finally he said, "It doesn't make sense to you, does it?" talking alone, the next he was here. Earl saw him first. He was a He was entirely nude ... but it seemed natural and right. Then Mrs. Jamieson saw him. "I remember when you were born," he said, and smiled in reminiscence. "Your father was afraid you would be twins." Earl said, "Why was my father killed?" Even now, no one knows how the idea of love ties in with the Stinson Effect

<question>:
Why did Earl wish to be human?

<options>:
A He was born a Konv
B He wasn't born human
C He had no friends at university
D He liked a girl

<answer>:

D