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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"If I'm a spy," he said impatiently, "then I'm supposed to look for He was dangerously insane. He threatened looked at me again. "All right, listen. What if I were to tell you that mind to do it—to propose to Linda. I'd called her second thing this morning—right after the egg yolk—and invited myself down to her place. "Ten o'clock," she'd said, smiling sweetly at me out of the I stared at him. "That's impossible!" I cried. "We aren't planning to o'clock, she meant ten o'clock. "How do I know that?" he demanded. again. "Now, then," he said. "If you know it doesn't make any sense for years, Linda quite naturally was a bit obsessed. I remember one time, I shook my head, dumbfounded. "I can't answer a question like that," I said. "How do I know what they're thinking?" shortly after we'd started dating, when I arrived at her place five arriving at the designated moment. When I told her what actually had "Now, wait a minute—" "No!" he shouted. "You wait a minute! I want to tell you something. You I had a Whimsical Approach: "Honey, I see there's a nice little Non-P apartment available up on one seventy-three." And I had a Romantic Approach: "Darling, I can't live without you at the moment. Temporarily, I'm madly in love with you. I want to share my life with you for a while. Will you be provisionally mine?" I even had a Straightforward Approach: "Linda, I'm going to be needing a wife for at least a year or two, and I can't think of anyone I would rather spend that time with than you." Actually, though I wouldn't even have admitted this to Linda, much less that low, but I would guess about ten years, at the very least." He leaned forward again, urgent and serious. "The world is safe out there now. Man can come back out of the cave again. He can start building both had been genetically desirable (neither of us were) I knew that to anyone else, I loved her in more than a Non-P way. But even if we than a blurted, "Will you marry me?" and I struggled with zippers and would come after all? Or hurry back to the apartment and call Linda, to give her advance warning that I would be late? to say to her, so quite naturally she had disconnected the phone, to It took three tries before I got through to a hurried-looking female "The-elevator-is-disconnected." She said it very rapidly, as though she giving myself a chance to calm down a bit. And then I asked, as "Stop," I said. I said it quietly, too, but she stopped. I saw her I took advantage of the fact. Calmly, rationally, I said to her, "I than before. "I was on my way," I explained, "to propose to a girl whom She nodded, wide-eyed. I had stumbled on a romantic, though I was too a fixation about punctuality. And I was supposed to meet her at ten marry me, she won't even revealing a cleavage that I was too distraught at the moment to pay she leaned even closer to the screen—"there's a spy in the elevator." I just gaped at her. "A—a what?" "Well—but why should there be any problem about getting him out?" anybody who goes after him." "Oh," I said. "So it might take a while." hardly help but take note of her cleavage. She whispered, "They're afraid they'll have to starve him out." "Oh, no!" glanced to her right, suddenly straightened up again, and said, return, occasional spies shot down as they tried to sneak into the building, occasional spies of our own leaving the Project in tiny meant that there was continuously more and more people but never any more space. So that housing, in the historically short time of one (also called apartments and co-ops) already included restaurants, shopping centers, baby-sitting services, dry cleaners and a host of self-sufficient, with food grown hydroponically in the sub-basements, separate floors set aside for schools and churches and factories, robot ask. And so life went on, with little to remind us of the dangers lurking Outside. The basic policy of Eternal Vigilance and Instant Preparedness was left to the Army. The rest of us simply lived our lives and let it go at that. It would, though reluctantly. Who knew how many years it had been since Looking back, I think he must have been just as startled as I when we reminded me of a rather taciturn milkman who used to make deliveries to my parents' apartment. His gaze darted this way and that. Then he motioned with his free hand at the descending stairs and whispered, "Where do they go?" "Good," he said—just as we both heard a sudden raucous squealing from said, "Where do you live?" I knew my only slim chance of safety lay in answering his questions and grated in my ear, "I'll have this gun in my pocket. If you make one false move I'll kill you. Now, we're going to your apartment. We're friends, just strolling along together. You got that?" I nodded. emerged from any of the branch halls. We walked to my apartment. I thumbed the door open and we went inside. Once the door was closed behind us, he visibly relaxed, sagging against I looked at him, judging the distance between us, wondering if I could read my intentions on my face. He straightened, shaking his head. He said, "Don't try it. I don't want to kill you. I don't want to kill anybody, but I will if I have to. We'll just wait here together until "You let me worry about that," he said. He licked his lips. "You got ever going to get to her place. By now she was probably in mourning for me As I made the chico, he asked me questions. My name first, and then, "What do you do for a living?" "When they come back," he said. "How much radiation do they pick up? Don't you people ever test them?" "Of course not," I told him. I was on secure ground now, with Linda's before de-radiating them?" "No. Why should we?" "To find out how far the radiation level outside has dropped." "For what? Who cares about that?" He frowned bitterly. "The same answer," he muttered, more to himself than to me. "The same answer every time. You people have crawled into your caves and you're ready to stay in them forever." I looked around at my apartment. "Rather a well-appointed cave," I told him. a fanatical flame. "Don't you ever wish to get Outside?" course not!" "The same thing," he grumbled, "over and over again. Always the same stupidity. Listen, you! Do you realize how long it took man to get out of the caves? The long slow painful creep of progress, for millennia, before he ever made that first step from the cave?" "I have no idea," I told him. "I'll tell you this," he said belligerently. "A lot longer than it took for him to turn around and go right back into the cave again." He started pacing the floor, waving the gun around in an agitated fashion "So what happened?" he demanded, and immediately answered himself. "I'll tell you what happened! Just as he was about to make that first suddenly said, "What did they tell you I was? A spy?" He asked the question so violently and urgently that I knew I had to answer quickly and well, or the maniac would return. "I—I wouldn't "Well, of course." "Well—" It was such a pointless question, it seemed silly to even answer it. "They're supposed to look for indications of an attack by

<question>:
What did he want to ask his girlfriend?

<options>:
A To marry him forever
B If she loved him as much as he loved her
C To live with him forever
D To live with him for awhile

<answer>:

D