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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nor the significance of Seymour Pond's retirement. Si didn't bother to remember his name. He only wondered vaguely why the cloddy had turned up at all. before him, Si Pond would have preferred something a bit more tangible The fact of the matter was, Si knew that his retiring had set them back. They hadn't figured he had enough shares of Basic to see him through decently. Well, possibly he didn't, given their standards. He'd had plenty of time to figure it out, there alone in space on the boredom and free fall. Plenty of time. Time to decide that a one room mini-auto-apartment, complete with an autochair and built-in autobar, and with one wall a teevee screen, was all he needed to find contentment for a mighty long time. Possibly somebody like Doc Girard-Perregaux might be horrified at the idea of living in a mini-auto-apartment ... not realizing that to a pilot it was roomy beyond belief compared to the conning tower of a space craft. No. Even as Si listened to their speeches, accepted the watch and wasn't anything they could do. He had them now. He had enough Basic to keep him comfortably, by his standards, for the rest of his life. He about it, now, set the tic to going at the side of his mouth. They could count down and blast off, for all he gave a damn. the Ultrawelfare State. Slumped in an autochair in the escape room of his Floridian home, and tequila. He said, "Nevertheless, both you and I conform with the present generation in finding it far more pleasant to follow one's way of life in the comfort of one's home than to be confronted with the unpleasantness of facing nature's dangers in more adventurous pastimes." society that allows him an income sufficient to secure the food, clothing, shelter, medical care and education to sustain a low level of subsistence. Percentages were against his ever being drafted drafted into the working force reserves, served his time, and is now free from toil for the balance of his life. Why should he listen to our pleas for a few more trips?" "But has he no spirit of adventure? Has he no feeling for...." seemingly mild though it was, had an astonishing ability to break off the conversation of one who debated with the easy-seeming, quiet spoken man. He said, "No, he hasn't. Few there are who have, nowadays. Man has always paid lip service to adventure, hardships and excitement, but in actuality his instincts, like those of any other animal, lead him to the least dangerous path. Today we've reached the point where no one need face danger—ever. There are few who don't take advantage of the His friend and colleague changed subjects abruptly, impatiently. "Let's increasingly hard to come by—even though in our Looking over the rim of his glass, his eyes narrowed in thought as his face took on an expression of Machiavellianism. "And do not the ends would find him, drunk, rolled, tattooed and possibly sleeping it off in excuse would do. Back when he had finished basic education at the age of twenty-five and was registered for the labor draft, there hadn't Each time Si returned from one of his own runs, he celebrated. A spree, needs again. And he most certainly wasn't going to volunteer. He had taken his schooling much as had his contemporaries. There wasn't any particular reason for trying to excell. You didn't want to get the not. You had your Inalienable Basic stock, didn't you? What else did you need? It had come as a surprise when he'd been drafted for the labor force. In the early days of the Ultrawelfare State, they had made a mistake in adapting to the automation of the second industrial revolution. but two days a week, two hours a day. In fact, it got chaotic. It became obvious that it was more practical to have one worker putting in thirty-five hours a week and getting to know his job well, than it was to have a score of employees, each working a few hours a week and none of them ever really becoming efficient. The only fair thing was to let the technologically unemployed remain Thus, Si was vaguely aware, it had always been down through the quite so little for his money as that loneliest of all workers, he who must leave his home for distant lands, returning only periodically and usually with the salary of lengthy, weary periods of time to be spent hurriedly in an attempt to achieve the pleasure and happiness so long Si was going to do it differently this time. Attired satisfactorily, Si double-checked to see that his credit shot, and Si took the involuntary breath from which only heroes could sub-shots. Finally, the dash threw a green light and Si opened the Si took his time. Not that he really needed it. It was by far the most the guest might desire and Si touched the control that dilated it to He didn't take the time to flick on the menu, next to the auto-dining he well knew, would be superlative. Besides, he didn't plan to dine or do much drinking in his suite. He made a mock leer. Not unless he managed to acquire some feminine companionship, that was. He looked briefly into the swimming pool and bath, then flopped himself happily onto the bed. It wasn't up to the degree of softness For a moment he stood in the center of the floor, in thought. Take it easy, Si Pond, take it all easy, this time. No throwing his dollars around in second-class groggeries, no eating in automated luncheterias. This time, be it the only time in his life, he was going to frolic in He decided a drink was in order to help him plan his strategy. A drink At the door to the famous rendezvous of the swankiest set, Si paused a moment and looked about. He'd never been in a place like this, either. However, he stifled his first instinct to wonder about what this was going to do to his current credit balance with an inner grin and made his way to the bar. Si Pond suppressed his astonishment and said, offhand, attempting an The drinks in the Kudos Room might be concocted by hand, but Si noticed drink came, and had to quell his desire to dial for a balance check, so as to be able to figure out what the Sour had cost him. Well, this was something like it. This was the sort of thing he'd dreamed about, out there in the great alone, seated in the confining to his highest expectations, and then swiveled slightly on his stool to take a look at the others present. who occupied the stool two down from him. Si Pond blinked. He blinked pore, was in place. She sat with the easy Si cleared his throat. "Hey," he said, "how about letting this one be Si, disconcerted by the sudden reversal, said, "Yeah ... sure." Si, carrying his glass, moved over to the stool next to her. "Call me Si," he said. "Everybody calls me Si." "Si," Si said, gratified. Holy Zoroaster, he'd never seen anything current sex symbols, but never in person. "Call me Si," he said again. "I been called Si so long, I don't even know who somebody's talking to such that it was obvious she hadn't quite adjusted as yet to having met him. Si Pond was surprised. "Cried?" he said. "Well, why? I was kind of Si was expansive. "Why, sure. In the Space Department we don't have much time for formality. Everybody's just Si, and Doc, and Jim. Like Si grunted. "Yeah. That's all part of the Doc's scheme to get me to Si said, "Look, how about another drink?" "Si," Si said. He motioned to the bartender with a circular twist of

<question>:
Why does Si deliberate on how to spend his night?

<options>:
A He finally has the opportunity to let loose, and wants to revel in it.
B He’s spent his money on “cheap” entertainment in the past, and wants to do better now.
C He’s not used to this freedom and is unsure what to do.
D He’s not used to living this way and is uncomfortable.

<answer>:

B