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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man walked back inside his suit like a robot, but it was a delicate adjustment, controlling power circuits from outside a suit. It was too much for us—we were too tired, too numb, too drunk. At first sight of the spacer in the distance, transphasia left me with only a chocolate-tasting pink after-image on my retina. It was now I realized that I was actually hearing it for the first time. "Transphasia, that's what it is," Ordinary Spaceman Quade stated with Quade was delirious and we were drunk. He got away from us and jogged haven't—it's your first trip. This always means transphasia—cortex dissolution, motor area feedback, the Aitchell Effect—call it anything you like, it's still transphasia." "I know what transphasia is," I said moderately. "It means an electrogravitational disturbance of incoming sense data, rechanneling effects electronic equipment, like radar and television." interfere with our explorations. Generally, they are so alien to us still an inch less than Quade's. "I don't understand you men. Look at The bouncer came to rest and regarded us silently, head on an eighty-degree angle. I was stone sober. The others were lying around me quietly, passed out, knocked out, or taking cover. "That's a shallow excuse for complacency." "Complacency! I've seen ten thousand wonders in twenty years of space, with a million variations. But the patterns repeat themselves. We learn to know what to expect, so maybe we can't maintain the reactionary meet and fight a planet on its own terms. Fighting confused sounds and tastes with music and wine was crude, but it was on the right track. familiarity that had always existed between members of a crew working languages changed to other sense mediums by cybernetic translators. Using the translator, we can learn to recognize all confused data as "Quade," I said, "there's only one way for us to find out which of us "I doubt that that is necessary, sir," Quade said. "Experienced spacemen are experienced with transphasia. You don't have to worry. In "We go out and find the reason." "Exactly. We go. You and me. I hope you can stand my company." the future, I'll be able to resist sensations that tell me I'm freezing to death—if my gauges tell me it's a lie." under close conditions, from the time of the ancient submarines and the first orbital ships. is right about the cause of our scanning blackout." "Looks okay to me," I said. Quade passed a gauntlet over his faceplate. solid." The landscape beyond the black corona left by our landing rockets was unimpressive. The rocky desert was made up of silicon and iron oxide, "I don't understand it," Quade admitted. "Transphasia hits you a foul as soon as you let it into the airlock." "Apparently, Quade, hear it? Quade nodded. "I've felt this before. It usually hits sooner. Let's what you said about transphasia. It must be something else." "It couldn't be anything else. I know what to expect. You don't. You may begin smelling sensations, tasting sounds, hearing sights, seeing "The hell it is," Quade said grimly. "It's his deadliest liability." "Quade," I said, "space isn't as dangerous as all that." I clapped him on the shoulder fraternally. "You worry too much!" my skin. "Is this transphasia?" I asked in awe. "It always has been before," Quade remarked. "Ready to swallow your "I'm swallowing no words until I find out precisely how they taste here." "Not a bad taste. They're pretty. Or haven't you noticed?" "Quade, you're right! About the colors anyway. This reminds me of an illiscope recording from a cybernetic translator." "It should. I don't suppose we could understand each other if it wasn't face of such splendor. You never really appreciate colors until you smell them for the first time. compensated for the transphasia while we still had a point of reference, the solid reality of the spaceship. But out here, where all we have to hang onto is each other, our concept of reality goes bang and deflates to a tired joke." Before I could agree with one of his theories for once, a streak of Quade then pulled me in the direction of the nasty little pain. "To the best of my judgment, yes. This—condition—didn't begin until we got so far away from the spacer—in time or distance. I don't want it to get any worse. It's troublesome not to know black from white, but it would be a downright inconvenience not to know which way is up." "Not for an experienced spaceman," Quade griped. "I'm used to free-fall." But he turned back. known for an instant as a streak of spice. "There's one free-fall," I said, "where you wouldn't live long enough to get used to it." I was hot and tired, fresh—in only the chronological sense—from a pressure suit. Transphasia?" me or, by Jupiter, get frozen stiff and thawed out just in time for court-marshal back home. Listen," I continued earnestly, "these men aren't going to think of me—of crew is concerned, Ordinary Spaceman Quade is the best man on this getting our exploration parties through this transphasia?" "There's only one way to wade through transphasia with any transphasia. Is that it?" Quade gave a curt nod. else would have been a fool to go out alone, but Quade is the most let Quade escape to almost certain death? Wasn't it because I wanted But how would that leave us any better off than Quade? Why was Quade vulnerable in his spacesuit, as I knew from experience he transphasia gets you seeing limburger, turn on the radar and you're that hide. You got it made." "You are right," I said, "only transphasia comes right through these air-fast joints." "Something strange about the trance, Captain," Farley said darkly. "Any . These suits perfectly soundproof?" "Well, you can pick up sound by conduction. Like putting two helmets Asleep in the Cradle of the Deep can compensate for high-pitched outside temperatures, and about half full." "Half full? How did that ever happen? I mean you had some left ? We'll like to think how they would taste." "It's an entirely practical idea. Tea-tasters used to drink almond-and-barley water to sharpen their senses. I've observed that wine helps you appreciate culinary art more. Considering the mixed-up sensory data under transphasia, wine may help us to see where we are "There they are!" Nagurski called. "Quade's footsteps again, just beyond that rocky ridge." The landscape was rich chocolate ice cream smothered with chocolate the landscape more of a teen-ager's caloric nightmare. The four of us pulled ourselves closer together by reeling in more cabled together. It gave us a larger hunk of reality to hold onto. Even so, things wavered for me during a wisp of time. I took another slosh of burgundy and peered up ahead. It was Quade. A on sluggishly to Quade's side, moving to the tempo of Farley lugged Quade over on his back and read his gauges. get him back to the spaceship fast. I've seen this kind of thing before with transphasia. His body cooled down because of the screaming wind—psychosomatic reaction—and his heating circuits compensated for The four of us managed to haul Quade back by using the powered joints

<question>:
How does transphasia impact Gavin and Quade?

<options>:
A Both experience modified sensory experiences
B Quade is heavily impacted, and Gavin thinks he is faking it
C Gavin is heavily impacted, while Quade seems to have become tolerant to it through many exposures
D Both experience their bodies changing phases of liquid to solid

<answer>:

A