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

<passage>:
You'll work eight hours a day, work harder than you've ever worked before in your life, because every time you start to loaf, a voice in your head is going to say, Work! Work! Exes always get good jobs "But during these next few days, you'll discover what being an Ex names. He wanted to smash the fat, grinning face, but the muscles in his arm froze before it moved it an inch. And worse than that, a brief pain ripped through his skull. A pain so intense that, had it lasted a second longer, he would have screamed in agony. And above the pain, a voice whispered in his head, Unlawful to strike someone except in self-defense returned, and the mental voice whispered, Unlawful to curse . He had never heard how the treatment prevented an Ex from committing a crime. And now that he knew, it didn't seem fair. He decided to tell the whole story to the newspapers as soon as he could. And as soon as that decision formed in his mind, his body froze, the pain returned and the voice, street-cleaner, ditch-digger—" On the other side of the room, the jukebox came to life with a roar and the day you died. With the CPA system, you're returned to society, a useful citizen, unable to commit the smallest crime. And you've got a big hand in your dirty little mind that's going to slap it every time you get the wrong kind of thought. It'll keep slapping you until you convicted of a crime, I'll be able to get a good job!" or later to not even think about doing anything wrong." learn. It might take weeks, months or years, but you'll learn sooner want to hire you for. I want you to help me commit a crime. If I get a group of teen-agers scrambled to the dance floor. with pain and he felt suffocated. The CPA was everywhere, only now it was also inside his head, telling him he couldn't do this, couldn't do that. All his life it had been telling him he couldn't do things he blackmail, rape, arson, and drunkenness had originated the CPA—Crime No crime was ever punished. If a man was smart enough to kill someone, for instance, he wasn't sent to prison to be punished he wasn't punished at all. Instead, he was sent to a hospital where all criminal tendencies were removed from his mind by psychologists, shock treatments, encephalographic devices, a form of prefrontal lobotomy and prisoner inside his own body ... made a prisoner by a world that hated him back. He wanted to spit his contempt, but the increasingly familiar pain and voice prevented him. a dozen other methods. An expensive operation, but since there were few to kill someone, beat their mates, get drunk, or kick a dog. Not only a And therefore, an EX (a convicted criminal who received the treatment was commonly called an Ex because he was in the strictest sense of the word an Ex-criminal) ... an Ex was always offered the best jobs. few things that was a crime merely because a man attempted it. A crime because it theoretically inflicted psychological injury upon the intended victim—and because millions of women voters had voted it a crime. On the other hand, attempted murder, robbery, kidnapping, etc., were not crimes. They weren't crimes because the DCT didn't complete the act, and if he didn't complete the act, that meant simply that the became acutely aware of its lack of resiliency when his head struck it. There was a wonderful moment while the world was filled with beautiful stars and streaks of lightning through which he heard distant police sirens. But the wonderful moment didn't last long and darkness closed in on him. When he awoke, a rough voice was saying, "Okay. Snap out of it." machines on the walls, " Scream. Scream as loud as you can, and when the cops get here, tell 'em I tried to rape you. " And then the girl's voice, " committing a crime, then that meant the CPA had functioned properly "That means your case history will be turned over to the newspapers. to let you know they're watching you. They watch you all night, just hoping you'll do something exciting, like trying to kill someone, so they can be the first ones to yell ' Police! did prevent you from committing a crime, they'd get a nice reward and they'd be famous." "Lay off," Joe said. "I got a headache. That girl—" thousands of people like them. Years ago, they got their kicks from reading about guys like you, but these days things are dull because it's rare when anyone commits a crime. So every time you walk down the street, there'll be at least a dozen of 'em following you, and no back, you'll see a dozen freckle-faced little boys following you half a block behind, giggling and gaping at you. They'll follow you until the day you die, because you're a freak!" you on the street and insult you, call you names, spit on you and—" "Okay, goddam it! Stop it! " dumb to realize by yourself. We've taught everyone to hate crime and criminals ... to hate them as nothing has ever been hated before. don't you frame me? If I'm such a nuisance, pin a crime on me—any crime." "Can't do it. Convicting a man of a crime he didn't commit is a violation of Civil Rights and a crime in itself." "Umm." "Why don't you take the free psycho treatment? A man doesn't criminal tendencies and—" "Go to those head-shrinkers ?" "Violation of Civil Rights." "Damn it, there must be some way you can help me! We both want the same thing. We both want to see me convicted of a crime." soon as we find them, we take steps to install anti-robbery devices, pick a name and go out and rob him.'" He laughed nervously. "If I did that, I'd be committing a crime myself!" "Huh? Thanks for what? I didn't do anything." of it would kill a human. The FBI had always been a powerful organization, but under the supervision of the CPA, it was a scientific colossus and to think anything else, the below-perception words CRIME IS FILTH. It was monotonous and, after a while, a person looked at the words and heard them without thinking about them. And they were imprinted on his subconscious over and over, year after year, until he knew that crime was the same as filth and that criminals were filthy things. it was a place where a man could fall down at night and sleep, but where no normal man could live day after day. Fearing that someone might detect him before he actually committed the crime, but the newspapers would splash satirical headlines. Instead of being respected as a successful criminal, he would be ridiculed. Chuckling with joy, he opened the window and shouted, " Thief! Police! Help! " metal police officers rang doorbells. There was a reward for anyone who reported a crime, but no one admitted shouting the warning. He was having a nightmare when he heard the voice, "Hey. Wake up. Hey!" During the treatment, he had been unconscious or drugged, unable to think. Now he could think clearly, but he could find no difference in himself. Before, the mere sight of the man had aroused an intense hatred. Now, even when he tried, he succeeded in arousing only a mild hatred. like a bull snorting. "You think a successful criminal is a hero? You stupid—" glad the CPA caught you, and because they're glad you're an Ex. You're -criminal now, and because of your treatment, you'll never be able to commit another crime as long as you live. And that's the kind ex-murderer came out. before they do real damage. We use it as a last resort when a DCT First

<question>:
What happens to the Ex members who think about committing a crime?

<options>:
A They are unable to think about crime.
B They are locked back away in the hospital for more treatment.
C They are given another DCT card.
D They feel immense head pain at the thought of crime.

<answer>:

D