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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renewed. Minor spelling and typographical errors have been corrected without note. Circus "Just suppose," said Morgan, "that I did believe you. Just for argument." He glanced up at the man across the restaurant table. "Where would we go from here?" The man shifted uneasily in his seat. He was silent, staring down at his plate. Not a strange-looking man, Morgan thought. fingers a little too dainty, a suit that doesn't quite seem to fit, but all in all, a perfectly ordinary looking man. Maybe too ordinary, Morgan thought. Finally the man looked up. His eyes were dark, with a hunted look in their depths that chilled Morgan a little. "Where do we go? I don't know. I've tried to think it out, and I get nowhere. But you've got to believe me, Morgan. I'm lost, I mean it. If I can't get help, I don't know where it's going to end." "I'll tell you where it's going to end," said Morgan. "It's going to end in a hospital. A mental hospital. They'll lock you up and they'll lose the key somewhere." He poured himself another cup of coffee and sipped it, scalding hot. "And that," he added, "will be that." The place was dark and almost empty. Overhead, a rotary fan swished patiently. The man across from Morgan ran a hand through his dark hair. "There must be some other way," he said. "There has to be." "All right, let's start from the beginning again," Morgan and tried to flag down a ride." " Strange! " Parks' eyes widened. "I—I was speechless. At first I hadn't noticed too much—I was concerned with the fall, Morgan's mouth took a grim line. "You understood the Morgan nodded. "I know, I noticed. What did you do when sent me to a money lender, a hock shop, I think he called it. So I found a place—" Morgan looked up at the man sharply. "What did you get for small one, five for the larger." "You should have gone to a bank." "I know that now. I didn't then. Naturally, I assumed that with everything else so similar, principles of business would Morgan sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Well, then Morgan thought, and his hands trembled as he raised the cup think what anyone at home would do in my place. That seemed a good bet. I asked a policeman where it was, and then I went there." "But you didn't get to see him." the best thing to do. I waited for a couple of hours, until ushered back into the street again." "They didn't believe you," said Morgan. Morgan nodded. "I'm beginning to get the pattern. So what only they weren't so gentle. They wouldn't listen either. They muttered something about cranks and their crazy notions, and when they asked me where I lived, they thought I was—what did they call it?—a wise guy! Told me to get out and not come back with any more wild stories." "I see," said Morgan. I tried to rationalize it, and then I quit trying. It wasn't "Nothing. Oh, little things, insignificant little things. Your we don't. And cigarettes. We don't have any such thing as tobacco." The man gave a short laugh. "And your house dogs! We have little animals that look more like rabbits than poodles. But there was nothing any more significant than that. Absolutely nothing." "Except yourself," Morgan said. obvious ones. I couldn't find any. You can see that, just Morgan's eyebrows lifted. "Good," he said. practically took me apart. I carefully refrained from saying anything about who I was or where I came from just said I wanted a complete physical examination, and let him go bitterly. "I guess I was supposed to be happy with the verdict, and instead I was ready to knock him down. It was idiotic, it defied reason, it was infuriating." Morgan nodded sourly. "Because you're not a human being," he said. "That's right. I'm not a human being at all." "How did you happen to pick this planet, or this sun?" Morgan asked curiously. "There must have been a million others to choose from." Parks unbuttoned his collar and rubbed his stubbled chin unhappily. "I didn't make the choice. Neither did anyone else. Travel by warp is a little different from travel by the rocket you fiction writers make so much of. With a rocket vehicle you pick your destination, make your calculations, and off you go. The warp is blind flying, strictly blind. We send an unmanned scanner ahead. It probes around more or less hit-or-miss until it locates something, somewhere, that looks habitable. When He shook his head wearily. "We're new at it, Morgan. We've picked up this planet, and I was coming through, and then something blew. Next thing I knew I was falling. When I tried to make contact again, the scanner was gone!" "And you found things here the same as back home," said Morgan. Can't you see the importance of it? This planet is on the other side of the universe from mine, with the first intelligent life we've yet encountered anywhere. But when I try to tell your people that I'm a native of another star system, they won't believe me !" "Why should they?" asked Morgan. "You look like a human " But it's true. " Morgan shrugged. "So it's true. I won't argue with you. But as I asked before, even if I to do about it? Why pick , of all the people you've seen?" There was a desperate light in Parks' eyes. "I was tired, tired of being laughed at, tired of having people looking at me as though I'd lost my wits when I tried to tell them the truth. with another intelligent race! Combine our knowledges, our technologies, and we could explore the galaxy!" He leaned forward, his thin face intense. "I need money and I need help. I know some of the mathematics of the warp principle, know some of the design, some of the power and wiring won't listen to me, they won't appropriate any money." "Of course they won't. They've got a war or two on their hands, they have public welfare, and atomic bombs, and rockets to the moon to sink their money into." Morgan stared Morgan didn't move. He just stared. "How many people "And how many believed you?" "None." "You mean nobody would believe you?" " Not one soul. Until I talked to you." And then Morgan was laughing, laughing bitterly, tears rolling down his cheeks. "And I'm the one man who couldn't help you if my life depended on it," he gasped. "You believe me?" Morgan nodded sadly. "I believe you. Yes. I think your warp brought you through to a parallel universe of your own planet, not to another star, but I think you're telling the truth." can help me." "I'm afraid not." "Why not?" "Because I'd be worse than no help at all." Jefferson Parks gripped the table, his knuckles white. "Why?" he cried hoarsely. "If you believe me, why can't you help me?" Morgan pointed to the magazine lying on the table. "I write, "I barely looked at it." The readers thought it was very interesting," Morgan grinned. "Go ahead, look at it." The stranger from the stars leafed through the magazine, stopped at a page that carried Roger Morgan's name. His eyes caught the first paragraph and he turned white. He set the magazine down with a trembling hand. "I see," he said, and the life was gone out of his voice. He spread the pages viciously, read the lines again. The paragraph said: believe you. Just for argument." He glanced up at the man across the table. "Where do we go from here?"

<question>:
Why would Morgan be “worse than no help at all”?

<options>:
A He writes fiction, so people will think he made up Parks' story.
B He is against space exploration.
C He lost his credibility by writing a fact story.
D He is also lost and homeless.

<answer>:

A