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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Of All Possible Worlds not see him. The single red switch pointed downward on the instrument panel. That was the gimmick that controlled the course of the missile. It was a good job and Max Alben knew whom he had to thank for it—his This was the first time he had seen it, since he had been taught how to operate it on a dummy model, and now he stared at the great This machine, the pride and the hope of 2089, was something almost outside his powers of comprehension. But Max Alben knew how to run it, and he knew, roughly, what it was supposed to accomplish. He knew also than a century later, would never have plucked Max Alben out of an livestock wealth of the Western Hemisphere—thoroughly content with No, if his great-grandfather had not demonstrated long ago his unique Even if he didn't come back, his family was provided for like almost no other family on Earth. This was a damn good job and he was lucky. duration for which it has been preset, a hundred and thirteen years, to the moment after the Guided Missile of 1976 was launched. It is 1976, isn't it?" he asked, suddenly uncertain. "Yes, sir," one of the technicians standing by the time machine said respectfully. "The experiment with an atomic warhead guided missile that resulted in the Blight was conducted on this site on April 18, 1976." He glanced proudly at the unemotional men on the couches, very much like a small boy after completing a recitation before visiting "Just so." Abd Sadha nodded. "April 18, 1976. And on this site. You see, young man, you will materialize at the very moment and on the very spot where the remote-control station handling the missile was—er—handling the missile. You will be in a superb position, a superb position, to deflect the missile in its downward course and alter human history for the better. Very much for the better. Yes." Thank you, Mr. Gomez, thank you very much, sir. He pulls the little red switch on the green instrument panel toward him, thus preventing the error that caused the missile to explode in the Brazilian jungle and causing it, instead, to explode somewhere in the mid-Pacific, as originally planned." The Secretary-General of the United Nations beamed. "Thus preventing world in which the Blight never occurred. That is correct, is it not, He knew who ruled his world—these stolid, well-fed men in clean a whole, did not know of its existence and would try to prevent its merely saving a world. It meant an adventurous mission with the risk of No, if his great-grandfather had not demonstrated long ago his unique the greatest adventure Man had known to date. Mac, when you go back to the Guided Missile Experiment of 1976 and push that red switch away from you, a lot of other things are going to happen than just deflecting the missile so that it will explode in the Brazilian jungle instead of the Pacific Ocean." "Sure. I know. If it explodes in the jungle, the Epidemic doesn't occur. No Shapiro's Mumps." "Maybe it is, but that's my job. Hugo's the designer of the time machine and you're the operator, but I'm the theoretical man in this research team. It's my job to look for trouble. So, just in case, I wrote a brief history of the world from the time the missile exploded in the Pacific. It tells why ours is the worst possible of futures. that's immersed in it will not be altered by a new time sequence." twentieth century poet once wrote something to the effect that the world will end not with a bang, but a whimper. Well, our world is It was strange, Max Alben reflected, that this time travel business, he had been told. There must be some complicated scientific explanation slowly, very slowly, for the manuscript was full of a lot of long and complicated words, like a letter from one bookworm scientist to another. The problems all began with the Guided Missile Experiment of 1976, he read. There had been a number of such experiments, but it was the one of 1976 that finally did the damage the biologists had been warning about. The missile with its deadly warhead exploded in the Pacific Ocean as planned, the physicists and the military men went home to study their notes, and the world shivered once more over the one was immune to it and its effects on human reproductivity were truly to its dismay that its generative powers had been permanently and was now so limited in proportion to the great resources available, all that everybody had an ample supply of goods and, in return, asked only made. This kind of world was evidently impossible. Max Alben finished the manuscript and sighed. What a wonderful world! What a comfortable place to live! knew. Maybe there was some genetic relationship with his above-average According to the insulated register, he was now in 1976. He lowered speed until he registered April, then maneuvered slowly backward through time to the eighteenth, the day of the infamous Guided Missile Experiment. Carefully, carefully, like an obstetrician supervising surgical robots at an unusually difficult birth, he watched the inside. Yes, that was exactly what it was, he saw excitedly. He began simplicity, like a textbook composed by a stuffy pedagogue for the use of morons. The problems all began with the Guided Missile Experiment of 1976, he read. There had been a number of such experiments, but it was the one of 1976 that finally did the damage the biologists had been warning about. The missile with its deadly warhead exploded in the Brazilian jungle through some absolutely unforgivable error in the remote-control station, the officer in charge of the station was reprimanded and the men under him court-martialed, and the Brazilian government was paid a handsome compensation for the damage. But there had been more damage than anyone knew at the time. A plant virus, similar to the tobacco mosaic, had mutated under the impact of radioactivity. Five years later, it burst out of the jungle and completely wiped out every last rice plant on Earth. Japan and a large part of Asia became semi-deserts inhabited by a few struggling nomads. Then the virus adjusted to wheat and corn—and famine howled in every failed because of the swiftness of its onslaught. And after it had fed, But the nutritive potential of Earth was steadily diminishing in a That was why the planet's powerful individuals had been persuaded to of world was manifestly impossible. Mac Albin finished the document and sighed. What a magnificent world! What an exciting place to live! He dropped his hand on the side levers and began the process of materializing at the crucial moment on April 18, 1976. flick! blurred reality all around him, Max Alben felt a bit of fear at what of power to disobey: he knew he should return with this new information They with their easy lives, what did they know what existence had been everyone they?—and he'd have a big laboratory all to himself. This other world The fear left him and, for the first time in his life, Max Alben felt the technicians' reassurances that all this would be happening too fast to be visible. He saw the single red switch pointing upward on the instrument panel. The switch that controlled the course of the missile. But what would they be able to tell him, they with their blissful Genetics! He was tired of genetics and the sanctity of human life, adventure like a thief in the night. He'd formed a pretty good idea of the kind of men who ruled that other world, from the document in the sealed metal cylinder. The black This other world had its troubles, but it was certainly a livelier place than where he'd come from. It deserved a chance. Yes, that was how he felt: his world was drowsily moribund disregarding the roomful of military figures since he knew they could

<question>:
Why did Max think the world in the story was wonderful?

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A Everyone had plenty of everything they needed
B There were very few people
C No one had to work
D A missile had not exploded in Brazil

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A