Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
Castaways of Eros we start?" Two families fought for the title to Eros, They packed their meager belongings while Dick finished his meal the "Why not now? There's nothing to keep us here." had discovered that there was game on Eros. Not quite Earthly, of "This is it. We'll build our home on yonder knoll. And who knows—" cabins, then finer homes, and buildings, and mansions, until at last here in the middle of Long Island Spaceport, where everybody could hear and laugh at him. But Moira, studying the handsome S.S.P. man surreptitiously, did not notice. Dick was fixing something in the ship. Bobby bounded forward. "Can I push the button, can I, Pop? When we start, can I?" Dick was waiting before the open lock of the Cuchulainn . Dick could do anything, everything at once. He took The Pooch into the circle of his left arm, helped his mother aboard, said, "Shut up, kid, you're compression of air when he swallowed, they were all right again. Dick saw him. "What are you doing here, kid? Didn't I hear Pop tell you to come below?" "I'm obeying," said Bobby hastily. He followed his brother down the corridor, up the ramp, to the bridge. "Can I push the button when we take off, huh, Dick?" After his high expectations, it wasn't such a great thrill. Dick set the stops and dials, told him which button to press. "When I give the word, kid." Of course, he got to sit in the pilot's bucket-chair, which running their faint, dull throb was a magic sound in the silence. Then there came a signal from outside. Dick's hand rose in understanding response fell again. "Now!" Dick cut in the artificial gravs, checked the meter dials with a hurried glance, smiled. "Dead on it! Want to check, Skipper?" it was exciting, too, to probe through the corridored recesses of their floating home—except that Dick issued strict orders that nothing must be touched, that he must not enter certain chambers, that he mustn't push his nose into things that didn't concern kids— destination. The tiny planetoid, Eros. son. A mere fifteen million miles. It's not often Eros is so near "Don't I know it? It's almost a hundred million at perihelion. But that's not the lucky part. You sure had to pull strings to get the government land grant to Eros. What a plum! Atmosphere ... water ... Frankly, I don't get it! Eros must have terrific mass to have the "It does, Richard. A neutronium core." "Neutronium!" Dick gasped. "Why don't people tell me these things? "Eros!" he said. to get all dewy-eyed about, like Pop was. Dick said softly, "All right, Pop. Let's check and get ready to set 'er down...." II Only it wasn't. Nor did they have any warning that the problem was more complex until it was too late to change their plans, too late to halt the irrevocable movements of a grounding spaceship. Dick should have known, of course. He was a spaceman he had served two tricks on the Eros was just a Dick stared at it, a look of angry chagrin in his eyes. "Well, blast me for an Earth-lubbing idiot! Do you see that, Pop?" Pop looked like he had shared Dick's persimmon. Dick snapped, "Into your hammocks, everyone! Don't worry. This crate will stand a lot of bust-up. It's tough. A little bit of luck—" But there was perspiration on his forehead, and his fingers played over There was no further need for the artificial gravs. Eros exerted, strangely, incredibly, an attractive power almost as potent as Earth's. Dick cut off the gravs, then the hypos. As the last machine-created with angry fingers. Through howling Bedlam they tumbled dizzily and for moments that were ages long. While Dick labored frantically at the controls, while Moira watched with bated breath. Mom said nothing, but her hand sought Pop's was completely motionless. Dick grinned shakily. "Well!" he said. "Well!" Pop unbuckled his safety belt, climbed gingerly out of his hammock, moved to the port, slid back its lock-plate. Bobby said, "Can you see and gurgled. Water! Dick cried, "Hey, this is bad! We'd better get out of here—" He leaped to his controls. Once more the plaintive hum of the hypatomics droned through the cabin, gears ground and clashed as the motors caught, something forward exploded dully, distantly. The ship rocked and trembled, but did not move. Again Dick tried to jet the broken metal grated shrilly from forward, and the water began bubbling and churning through the crack. Deeper and swifter. Dick cut motors and turned, his face an angry mask. like a sieve. Look, everybody—get into your bulgers. We'll get out through the airlock!" Mom cried, "But—but our supplies, Dick! What are we going to do for The water was almost ankle deep in the control room by the time they had all donned spacesuits. Bloated figures in fabricoid bulgers, they followed Dick to the airlock. It was weird, and a little bit frightening, but to Bobby it was thrilling, too. This was the sort of with blankets and clothing, Dick burdened himself and Bobby with armloads of such things as he saw and forevisioned need for. At the lock, Dick issued final instructions. , they fled. The Dick. Bobby, whose imagination had already assigned him the command of the foundering ship, wanted to uphold the ancient traditions by being off to his right, not distant, was a rising smudge that must be the mainland. A dark blob popped out of the water. Dick. Dick's voice was metallic through the audios of the space-helmet. "All here, Pop? Everybody all right? Swell! Let's strike out for the shore, Dick asked, "Isn't that a remarkably slow rotation? For such a tiny planet, I mean? After all, Eros is only one hundred and eighty odd miles in circumference—" "Eros has many peculiarities. Some of them we have discussed before. It "During its near approach in 1900-01, Eros was seen to vary in After 1931, though, the planetoid fled from Earth. It was not until "We're not the first men to visit Eros, then?" own. Long years ago I decided that Eros should be my settlement. As you have said, Richard, it necessitated the pulling of many strings. Eros "Talkin' about hewin'," he said, "S'posen we 'hew us a few vittles? Hey?" Dick roused himself. "Right you are, Grampaw," he said. "You can remove your bulgars. I've tested the air Thus Eros greeted its new masters, and the Moseleys faced morning in Four Eros days—the equivalent of forty-two Earth hours or so—had for a little while, Father. We can't get fresh foods until we're settled we can't settle until—Ah! Here comes Dick!" "I'll eat 'em," grumbled Grampaw, "but be durned if I'll like 'em. What'd you l'arn, Dicky-boy?" Dick removed his helmet, unzipped himself from his bulger, shook his head. "It looks worse every time I go back. I may not be able to get in the "Move?" demanded Grampaw. "What's the matter with the place we're at?" running water, natural shelter against cold and wind and rain—" "What'll we do?" grinned Dick. "Flip a coin?"

<question>:
Why did the family most likely move to Eros in the first place?

<options>:
A To give Eleanor and Dick's new baby a better life.
B Because of Pop's frontiersman spirit.
C They wanted to turn over a new leaf.
D Dick wanted to prove his technical ability.

<answer>:

B