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

<passage>:
They weren't human. They were something more—and something less—they were, in short, humanity's hopes for survival! Pandora creaked and groaned as her landing pads settled unevenly in the mucky surface of the ugly world outside. She seemed to be restless to end her fool's errand here, two hundred light years from the waiting hordes on Earth. Straining metal plates twanged and echoed through her hallways. had pressed down his shoulders and put age-feigning hollows under his reddened eyes. The starlanes between Earth and her potential colonies were rough on the men who traveled them now. He shuffled toward the moved toward the ever-waiting pot of murky coffee. "Morning, Bob. You "Yeah." He swallowed the hot coffee without tasting it, then ran a hand across the dark stubble on his chin. It could wait. "Anything new during the night?" "About a dozen blobs held something like a convention a little ways north of us. They broke up about an hour ago and streaked off into the clouds." The blobs were a peculiarity of this planet about which nobody an almost sentient curiosity about anything moving on the ground. "And Pinelli, seemed to be totally devoid of any sense of caution. Of course there was no obvious need for caution here. The blobs hadn't seemed dangerous, and the local animals were apparently all herbivorous and harmless. They were ugly enough, looking like insects in spite of their internal skeletons, with anywhere from four to twelve legs each But something had happened to the exploration party fifteen years He turned to the port to stare out at the planet. The Sol-type sun wrapped the entire world diffused its rays into a haze. For a change, animals. Details were impossible to see through the haze. Even the deep gorge where they'd found Hennessy's carefully buried ship was trying to read sense into the things. If he had time to study them.... But there was no time. Earth had ordered him to detour here, after leaving his load of deep-sleep stored colonists on Official World 71, to check on any sign of Hennessy. He'd been here a week longer than he should have stayed to the men who'd deserted their ship and its equipment, he'd have to report back. He would have left before, if a recent landslip hadn't exposed enough of the buried ship for his metal locators to spot from the air by luck. It had obviously been hidden deep enough to foil the detectors Something began to heave upwards. It was too far to see clearly, but irritating and vile smelling, but it could be breathed. He leaped to spite of the load of the two struggling boys! The creatures dived downward into lower ground, beginning to disappear into the mists. He threw up an instinctive hand. There was a tingling as the creature answer." metabolism." He sucked in on the cigarette he'd dug out, then spat sickly. Smoke and this air made a foul combination. "Bob, it still makes no sense. We've scoured this planet by infra-red, and there was no sign of native villages or culture. We should have found some." "Troglodytes, maybe," Gwayne guessed. "Anyhow, send for me when you get anything. I've got to get this ship back to Earth. We're overstaying as he could, knowing their stories would only get wilder and less informative with retelling. If they could get any story from the captured creature, they might save time and be better off than trying to dig through Hennessy's ship. That was almost certainly spoorless by now. The only possible answer seemed to be that the exploring expedition and Hennessy's rescue group had It was an answer, but it left a lot of questions. How could the these creatures that a space ship's metal finders could be fooled by a little more than a hundred feet of solid rock? They'd buried the ship cunningly, and only the accidental slippage had undone their work. Maybe there would never be a full answer, but he had to find something—and find it fast. Earth needed every world she could make remotely habitable, or mankind was probably doomed to extinction. The race had blundered safely through its discovery of atomic weapons It wouldn't be much of an explosion, as such things go—but it would render the whole Solar System uninhabitable for millenia. To survive, man had to colonize. And there were no worlds perfect for him, as Earth had been. The explorers went out in desperation to find what they could the began filling worlds with colonists, carried in deep sleep to conserve space. Almost eighty worlds. The nearest a four month journey from Earth and In another ten years, the sun would explode, leaving man only on the of the strange worlds would let men spread his seed again. Maybe none precious as a haven for the race. If this world could be used, it would be nearer than most. If not, as it now seemed, no more time could be wasted here. Primitives could be overcome, maybe. It would be ruthless and unfair to strip them of their world, but the first law was survival. "Beautiful primitive work," he muttered. thick features were relaxed and yet somehow intent. He seemed to make The creature nodded slowly and drew something from the thick hair on "He never meant to hurt the kids—just to talk to them," Barker cut in well. Says they've had to change the language around to make the sounds on the gold ornament of a captive earthman, even to learn a little spread out. By the time the session was over, Gwayne had begun to understand the a hereditary change—the things that affect the body don't change the the fact that the change is passed on is as real as he claims." as the great tanks of fuel discharged their contents out onto the ground where no ingenuity could ever recover it to bring life to the ship again. however much they might hate it at first. But there was no putting off giving the gist of it to Jane. "It was the blobs," he summarized it. "They seem to be amused by men. doesn't know why. They can change our cells, adapt us. Before men came, hull. It doesn't show yet—but we're changed. In another month, Earth food would kill us. We've got to stay here. We'll bury the ships deeper this time, and Earth won't find us. They can't risk trying a colony where three ships vanish, so we'll just disappear. And they'll never know." Nobody would know. Their children—odd children who matured in eight years—would be primitive savages in three generations. The Earth tools would be useless, impossible for the hands so radically changed. Nothing from the ship would last. Books could never be read by the new eyes. And in time, Earth wouldn't even be a memory to this world. She was silent a long time, staring out of the port toward what must don't know you as well as I do, Bob. I guess we can fix it so they'll They have to touch us. I've been touched, but the rest could go back." It was the only thing they could do. Earth needed a place to plant her seed, but no world other than Earth could ever be trusted to preserve that seed for generation after generation. Some worlds already were becoming uncertain. Here, though, the blobs had adapted men to the alien world instead of men having to adapt the whole planet to their needs. Here, the strange children of man's race could grow, develop and begin the long trek back some of the attitudes of civilized man would remain to make the next understanding he couldn't yet fully give himself. "These people need a decent chance. We can't go to Earth, where nobody would believe or accept the idea—or even let us come back. We have to stay here." earth." again, looking for other worlds. With the blobs to help them, they could adapt to most worlds. The unchanged spirit would lead them through all space, and the changing bodies would claim worlds beyond Some day, the whole universe would be a spawning ground for the

<question>:
In the beginning, how does the author try to make you feel about this world?

<options>:
A skeptical but optimistic
B curious and interested
C like it's uninhabited and scary
D like it's a place unworthy of going to

<answer>:

D