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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perceptible emotional nuances of hate, love, fear, and rage. But mostly love. Since this place had been designed to excite the senses of both humans and Venusians, the love feelings were heavily tinged with straight sex. He sniffed at them, feeling them somewhere inside of him, aware of them but aware also that here was apprehension, and plain fear. "Is the mighty human wanting liquor, a woman or dreams?" His voice tonight?" "Ze vill be the most wonserful of all sonight. The great Unger hisself will be here to do ze dreaming. There is no ozzer one who has quite his touch at dreaming, mighty one." The headwaiter spread his hands in a gesture indicating ecstasy. "It is my great regret that I must do ze work tonight instead of being wiz ze dreamers. Ah, ze great Unger hisself!" The headwaiter kissed the tips of his fingers. "In one zonar or maybe less. Shall I make ze reservations for ze mighty one?" As he was speaking, the headwaiter was deftly conducting Johnson to the bar. "Not just yet," Johnson said. "See me a little later." "But certainly." The headwaiter was gone into the throng. Johnson was admiring the slow rise of the tiny golden bubbles in it. To him, watching the bubbles rise was perhaps more important than drinking itself. "Beautiful, aren't they?" a soft voice said. He glanced to his right. Women such as this one had been quickening the pulse of men since the days of Adam. The second reason concerned her presence here in this place where no woman in her right mind ever came unescorted. Her eyes smiled up at him unafraid. Didn't she know there were men present here in this space port city who would snatch her bodily from the bar are "Thank you." "How did you know? I mean...." "Are you sufficiently knowing to be here?" it came again, stronger. "Aren't you here?" "Don't you think it's a nice name?" "I certainly do. Probably the rest of it is even nicer." his purpose here was suspected. He shrugged the thought aside. If his There would only be the minor matter of slipping a knife into his back. the motives of the killer. "You look as if you were considering some very grave matter," Vee Vee "You have decided them?" "Yes." "Every last one of them?" "Oh, there might be one or two matters undecided somewhere, say out on think he is, or was, here." "Because that girl was asking for him," Caldwell's fingers answered. "Watch that girl!" Picking up the zlock, he lurched away from the bar. "Your friend is not as drunk as he seems," Vee Vee said, watching Caldwell. bowing and scraping in front of him. "The great one has decided, yes?" "Certainly," Johnson said. The decision was made on the spur of the moment. That there was danger in it, he did not doubt. But there might "Say, I want to know more—" Johnson began. His words were drowned in were blended, but one aroma was prominent among them, the sweet, cloying, soul-stirring perfume of the Dreamer. paralyzing him. He knew instantly that she was using the Karmer nerve She gasped, her face whitened as pain shot through her in response to "You—you—" Hot anger and shock were in her voice. "You're the first "But—" mistake twice." "The second time we break our victim's neck," Vee Vee said. "What a sweet, charming child you—" interrupt." "There, there, darling, relax," she said. "I know a better way to get "What way?" Moving toward the open door that led to the Room of the Dreaming, signs. Johnson ignored them. With Vee Vee's fingers lightly patting his The soul-quickening Perfume of the Dreamer was stronger here. The would have the feel of dampness in its dreaming rooms. The music playing strange harmonies in his ears, the perfume sending tingling feelings through his nose, Johnson entered the Room of the Dreamer. He suspected that other forces, unknown to him, were catching hold of his senses. He had been in dreaming rooms many times before but he had not grown accustomed to them. He wondered if any human ever did. A touch of chill always came over him as he crossed the threshold. "Yes." "What is it?" "How would I know?" "Please!" Her voice grew sharp. "I think Johnny Johnson ought to know." "But—" "And who besides Johnny Johnson would recognize the Karmer nerve grip and be able to break it instantly?" "Please, darling, you are making a scene. I am sure this is the last thing you really want to do." to her. me." choice, he might have drawn back. But with circumstances as they were—his life, Caldwell's life, possibly Vee Vee's life hung in the Johnson felt his skin crawl. He moved toward a nest of cushions on left. seconds. True, the person they knocked unconscious would be all right the next through the air, the lights dimmed almost to darkness, a single bright sought his arm, not to harm him but running to him for protection. He had been empty, the next second the Venusian, smiling with all the "Shhh. Nobody knows." No human knew the answer to that trick. Unless perhaps Martin— passed through the audience. Unger bowed again. He stretched himself had suddenly become a frightened child looking for protection. breath. He was waiting, waiting, waiting—for what? The whole situation way, through such scented and musical and impossible places as these was not prepared to disagree. Around him, he saw that the Venusians were already going ... going ... going.... Some of them were already gone. This was an old experience perhaps in a hypnotic trance, lulled into this state by the music smokers. But he was not smoking opium. He was not in a hypnotic trance. He was wide awake and very much alert. He was ... watching a space ship float in an endless void . the sound of the music, the sweetness of the perfume, Vee Vee and the stars. He had made models of space ships. In a way, they had shaped his destiny, had made him what he was. They had brought him where he was this night, to the Dream Room of a Venusian tavern. The vision of the space ship floating in the void entranced and thrilled him. Something told him that this was real "See what?" sound in the darkened room. Johnson settled down. A glance to his left The vision would not come. Beside him, Vee Vee was silent, her face ecstatic, like the face of a It would not come. Anger came up instead. So far as he could tell, he was the only one present who was not dreaming, who was not in a state of trance. "This is it!" a voice whispered in his mind. "This is what you came to Another voice took its place. "This is another damned vision!" the second voice said. "This ... A multitude of tiny voices seemed to whisper through him. It was as if "But hurry. We are excited." "There is a time to be excited and a time to hurry. In this situation, if action is taken before the time for it—if that time ever comes—we can all die." "Die?" the chorus quavered. "Yes," Johnson said. "Now be quiet. When the time goes we will all go The chorus went into muted silence. But just under the threshold the "Damn it!" A human voice said. "Who did that?" "What happened?" hungrily against his lips, pressed very hard, then gently drew away. Johnson had no time to ask her what she meant. Somewhere in the back there seemed to be an endless number of them. "To hell with the woman!" Caldwell grunted. "Martin's the important one." Johnson followed.

<question>:
Of the following options, who might enjoy reading this passage the most?

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A A kid who loves reading about the other planets in our solar system
B A sci-fi nerd who loves reading about intergalactic stories of rebellion and uprisings
C A sci-fi nerd who enjoys twists and fast-paced storytelling
D A man who goes to night clubs and enjoys night life

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C