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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NO SUBSTITUTIONS By JIM HARMON Illustrated by JOHNSON you have. He will claim to be Abraham Lincoln." "No!" "Yes, and he will pretend to find you accidentally and get you to help But instead of the usual morning run of hysterical relatives and masochistic mystics, I had to face one of my superiors from the longer hopeless in his quest to gain another reality because he knew They wanted mention that nobody could last that long in my job. At least, none had yet. Dreamland in principle?" sleepy-bye vaults? He's still sitting in there on your furniture as them or turn them free we have to imprison them." "Of course, it's barbaric to think of a prison as a place of opiate of my Dream? "I should think so," Coleman said emphatically. "Warden, don't you I changed my decision then, in that moment. And, in the next, changed it back to my original choice. That was a question that made all of us in the Dreamland service of yellow light. "I don't approve of your decision, Warden. Not at uneasy. "No, Councilman, they don't. They know they aren't really all. Unless you alter it, I'll be forced to convince the rest of the Committee that your decisions are becoming faulty, that you are losing your grip just as all your predecessors did." unless—" I cleared my throat. "Unless they go mad and really believe the dream this phony Dream? Now you are talking as if Dreamland inmates is only slightly above the norm for the population as they are living. But as you know, sir, the rate of madness among real one." this schizoid and pretend to go along with reality while secretly 'knowing' world was the "I don't think so. That would constitute a misuse of authority, and the next time you turn up before me, I'm going to give you life Dreamland." "You don't want life as a Sleeper, do you?" I pursued. "You did want a relatively short sentence of a few months or a few years. I can think of two reasons why. The answer is probably a combination of want to live out your life in one, but you like a brief Dream every , the superintendent of Dreamland, that my own life here was only a Dream such as I fed to my own prisoners. It was unbelievably absurd, a queasy little joke of some kind. But I didn't deny it. If it were only a Dream, and if I admitted it, the councilman would know I was mad. It couldn't be true. Yet— Hadn't I thought about it ever since I had been appointed warden and was real and which was the Dream? How did you decide to risk this?" wondered for an instant if it couldn't be a Dream, not reality at all? Once I had experienced a Dream for five or ten minutes. I was driving trees, a dank, lavender maze. I had known at the time it was a Dream, Dream." all a Captain Keller stuck his head in, unannounced. "Hey, Warden, there's an active one out here. He claims that Dreamland compromises His plan for a prisoner what the modern penal system was all about by giving him a Dream in which he dreamed about Dreamland itself." projecting officials into the Dream and letting them talk with the be released from my Dream, he had said smugly. But if this was a dream, did I want probation to reality? pad, "I can't put you back into a Dream. You served your full time for "But Warden, sir, my psychiatrist said that I was unable to cope with reality. Come on now, Warden, you don't want a guy who can't cope with He could express himself much better in his Dream. He had been Abraham Lincoln in his Dream, I saw. He had lived the life right up to the only knew that if in his delirium he could gain Dreamland once more, he Reconstruction. " Please ," he begged. His eyes narrowed, both of them, on the next twitch. "Warden, I can "I'm afraid not, Eddie. The file shows you are capable of only one crime. And you don't have a wife any more, and she doesn't have a lover." Horbit laughed. "Your files aren't infallible, Warden." "The beamer is made of X-ray-transparent plastic, Warden, but it works Warden." "A confession that you accepted a bribe to put me back to sleep," Nothing like this had ever happened in my years as warden. Had I been deliberately told that I was living only a Dream to see reality? Or if this was only a Dream, was it a test to see if I was morally now . all the others before him who had served long as warden of Dreamland. "I couldn't have done it, Warden," Horbit mumbled drowsily. "I couldn't kill anybody. Unless it was like that other time." "Of course, Eddie," I said. I had banked on that, hadn't I, when I made my move? Or did I? Wasn't it perhaps a matter of knowing that all of it wasn't real and sleep sentence would be extended. Or was it that, in some sane part of "You have to send me back now, Warden," he was shrilling. "You have to! I tried to coerce you with a gun. That's a crime, Warden—you makes him eligible. He couldn't lose, Warden. No, sir, he had it made." My answer to Keller was forming, building up in my jaw muscles, but I Once in a while I granted a parole for a prisoner to see a dying mother The onetime inmate who wanted back in after a reprieve was fairly rare. that crazy. the day for me, as Horbit. "Warden," Paulson said, "I've decided to give myself up. I murdered a conscience, Warden. I never lie awake a minute whenever I kill anybody. It's just—well, Dreaming isn't so bad. Last time I was Allen you really were a murderer. But I can't send you back to the sleep a homicidal maniac who is offering to go back to the vaults of his own free will just because you lack a little trifling proof of his guilt." "Sure," I told him, "but I don't want to share the same noose with you. conscious of all the time that is being spent out of their real lives guilt with another crime. Do you want a crime on your hands, Warden?" Coleman lifted a dark eyebrow above a black iris. "Unless?" no. Okay?" "No," I said. "He can see me. That's the law and you know it. He "Naw, he ain't violent, Warden. He just thinks he's somebody important." "Sounds like a case for therapy, not Dreamland. Who does he think he first a few weeks, then a few months of sleep in Dreamland. only a Dream such as I imposed on my own prisoners could help him, I "Warden Walker," Coleman intoned in his magnificent voice, "I'm shocked. I ." Coleman cocked his head thoughtfully, concerned. "That seems rather "If it were my place to choose, yes. A few years, perhaps. But life—no, I think not." I threw up my hands. You don't often see somebody do that, but I did. in the real world, but I had thought somehow he wanted to escape to a Dream world. Yet he didn't want to be in for life, the way Paulson and Unless— Unless what he said was literally true. You call me that. Does it mean I am recovering? You don't mean now that I'm getting back my right senses?" breadth or thickness—but a real one nevertheless." "An interesting theory. Go ahead." who will pretend to be something he isn't. You must pretend to believe think your life as the great detective was only a Dream induced by some real ." Paulson's eyes rolled slightly back into his head and changed their this is the Dream. I've thought—" "No!" I snapped. "This world is also real."

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Was the warden in a dream instead of real life?

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A We never find out
B Yes, and he never figured it out
C Yes, but he figured that out
D No

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D