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

<passage>:
sent him winging out in a state of suspension to future centuries ... to a dark blue world whose only defense was to seal tight the prying minds of foolish interlopers. "Your name is David Corbin. Do you understand?" mesh-covered speaker, two knobs glowed red. I ran the words over in my sluggish mind, thinking about an answer. The muscles in my throat tightened up in reflex as I tried to bring some unity into the jumble rush of anxiety. "No." "Your name is David Corbin. If you understand, press button A on your the solidity of flesh and bone, afraid to think too hard about myself. "My name ... my name is...." "Your name is David Corbin." good but it seemed wrong to be dressed like this. I didn't know why. I thought about insanity, and the room seemed to fit my thoughts. When crowded with equipment and.... I will always remember the scream of terror, the paralyzing fright of depth to the searing brightness of countless stars. They seemed to press against the glass, blobs of fire against a black curtain burning shaped like quarter round. Why I drifted weightlessly. Why I was.... David Corbin. I knew more of the puzzle. Something was wrong. After the first shock the function or design of the compact machinery. WHY, Why, Why? The thought kept pounding at me. I was afraid to touch glowing eyes. It had asked me if I understood. Now it must tell me why I didn't. It had to help me, that flat metallic voice that repeated the same words. It must tell me.... "Your name is David Corbin. If you understand, press button A on your phrase ... some words about precaution. Precaution against forgetting. It was crazy, but I trusted the panel. It was the only thing I saw that Your maximum deviation from schedule cannot exceed two degrees. Adopt emergency procedures as you see fit. Good luck." The voice snapped off and I laughed hysterically. None of it had made sense, and I cursed whatever madness had put me here. I couldn't remember his face. The next room held another man. He was young and wiry, like an athlete cast in marble, dark haired and big jawed. A glassy eye stared up when I rolled back his eyelid. The eyelid remained open until I closed it and went on. Another room ... another man ... another stranger. This man was tall and raw boned, light of skin and hair, as dead as the others. A flat, illogical voice had instructed me to revive these men. I smooth colored buttons, wondering. The ports on the side were shielded and I stared out at static energy, cot, young and beautiful, even in the death-like immobility I had come to accept. Her beauty was graceful lines of face and her figure—smooth tapering legs, soft curves that were carved out of flesh colored stone. Yet not stone. I held her small hand, then put it back on the cot. Her attire was brief like the rest of us, shorts and a man's shirt. Golden hair curled up around her lovely face. I wondered if she would ever smile or move that graceful head. I rolled back her eyelid and looked at a deep blue eye that stared back in glassy surprise. Four people in all, depending on a blind helpless fool who didn't know their names or the reason for that dependence. I sat beside her on the cot until I driving me back to the comforting smallness of the room where I had been reborn. I laughed bitterly, thinking about the aptness of that. I and chemicals, testing equipment in compact drawers, but nothing marked for me. I wondered if I was an engineer or a pilot, or perhaps a doctor restlessly, closing his hands into fists. The deep chest rose and fell unevenly as he breathed. Finally the eyes opened and he looked at me. I watched him adjust to the room. It was in his eyes, wide at first, moving about the confines of the room back to me. finding little humor in the comic expression on his face. "No gravity," he grunted and sat back. "You get used to it fast," I answered. I thought of what to say as he watched me. "How do you feel?" He shrugged at the question. "Fine, I guess. Funny, I can't remember." wanted him to understand. "Look, I'm in trouble. Nothing fits, except my name." "No." "Are you serious?" He shook his head, watching me like I was a freak. "Let's check the rest right away." "Yes. I've got to know if they are like me. I'm afraid to think they might be." "Maybe it's temporary. We can figure something out." II The second man, the dark haired one, opened his eyes and recognized us. He asked questions in rapid fire excitement. The third man, the tall quarters. "What about her. Why is she here?" I asked my companion. I looked at her. She looked anything but like a chemist. "There must be men who could have been sent. I've been wondering why a girl." "It's a bad thing to do." "I suppose. The mission stated one chemist." tried to smile as I sat on the cot, wondering what she was thinking. "How do you feel?" I asked. uncontrollably. "What's happened to me?" she asked. better for being together. John Croft named the others for me. I searched each face without recognition. The blond man was Carl Herrick, a metallurgist. His lean face was white from his spell but he was restless, with dark eyes that studied the rest of us. I looked at the girl. She was staring out of the ports, her hands pressed against the "We set out from Earth for a single star in the direction of the center of our Galaxy." "From Earth? How could we?" "Let's move slowly, sir," he said. "We're moving fast. I don't know if "Yes." "What direction?" Paul cut in. "It's a G type star, like our own sun in mass and luminosity. We hope to find a planetary system capable of supporting life." "I can't grasp it. How can we go very far in a lifetime?" Carl caught my eye. "Captain, we save this time without aging at all. It puts us near a calculated destination." "Twenty-eight." "What about me?" "Thirty." He stared at the panel in thought for a minutes. "What about "I know. It's the only thing I could think of. Why didn't everyone react the same?" like warm liquid. I hung on the intercom for support, drawing air into my heaving lungs. "What—made you—think of that," I asked weakly. "Shock treatment." "I must have acted on instinct." "You did. Even for a sick man that was pretty fast," he laughed. "I wouldn't want to wake up like that again." "You're all right now?" he asked. I grinned and nodded an answer. I saw John as he was at the base, big and competent, sweating in the blazing sun. I thought about the rest of the crew too. "We're heading right for a when you can. I've got to find out where we are." We had to get off course before we ran into the yellow-white star that had been picked for us. Food was set down by me, grew cold and was ten degrees above the galactic plane. The parallactic baseline from was right we were much closer than we wanted to be. The bright pips on the screen gave us the distance and size of the star while we fed the that had been calculated on Earth. We analyzed temperature, magnetic fields, radial motion, density and luminosity, checking against the standards the scientists had constructed. It was a G type star like our own. It had more density and temperature and suitable planets or not, we had to change course in a hurry. Carl analyzed the findings while we was selected when the planets in Earth's solar system had proved to be barren. If the observations on this star were correct, we could expect to find a planet in a state of fertility ... if it existed ... if it were suitable for colonization ... if we could find it.

<question>:
Of the following, which personality traits best describe David?

<options>:
A Attractive, witty, and charismatic
B Smart, calculating, and cautious
C Bold, quiet, and dumb
D Focused, funny, and attractive

<answer>:

B