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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a little. After all, the most convincing liar always wins in any Altairian stopped, producing a huge key ring from some obscure certain evidence, would they have to draw the same conclusions logical." have some privacy now, if you please. Interplanetary ruling. and the judge banged the gavel for silence. As soon as Zeckler had taken his seat on the witness stand, the judge turned to the head juryman. "Now, then," he said with happy finality. "The jury—" to convict me," he said softly, "in the worst sort of way. Isn't "That's right." "But you can't really convict me until you've considered carefully any statement I make in my own defense. Isn't that right?" record, then." His voice was loud and clear in the still room. " All Earthmen are absolutely incapable of telling the truth. " Puzzled frowns appeared on the jury's faces. One or two to soak in. And then pandemonium broke loose in the courtroom. "Really," said Harry Zeckler loftily, "it was so obvious I'm " You mean I'm not being extradited? " convict me." He grinned impishly at Meyerhoff. "The paradox You've committed a crime here—a major crime. The Altairians of Epimenides the Cretan. It really stopped them cold. They knew get you out of a mess. You're going to stand trial—and these he said weakly. "Nothing like a good lawyer to handle a trial." trial. The Altairians weren't any too happy to oblige. They wanted to execute you outright. Thought a trial Arrest! " "Oh, yes. Didn't I tell you? Conspiring to undermine the straight back to Terra. And there I think you'll face a jury trial." Zeckler spluttered. "There's no evidence—you've got nothing through some curious quirk of the Terrestrial mind, they knew they could count on Terran protection, however crooked and underhand their methods. social practices of the alien victims made it unwise to tamper don't think you'll get off." Transcriber's Note: rights almost as soon as they're born. Anything goes, as long as it benefits them as individuals." Meyerhoff grinned at the little man's horrified face. "Never Altairians here for the food their planet can supply, and their it's every man for himself, and the loser starves, and their entire legal and monetary system revolves on that principle. They've built up the most confusing and impossible system of they're pathological! Only a fool would tell the truth when his life depended on his being a better liar than the next guy! Lying is the time-honored tradition, with their entire legal system built around it." Zeckler snorted. "But how could they sold it to a dozen separate, self-centered, half-starved natives! Encroachment on private property is legal grounds for murder on this planet, and twelve of them descended on the same chunk of land at the same time, all armed with title-deeds." Meyerhoff sighed. "You've got twelve mad Altairians in your I defend myself in a legal setup like con-man brain to working, I think," he said softly. "By Interplanetary Rules, they have to give you a trial in Terran legal form—judge, jury, court procedure, all that folderol. They think it's a big joke—after all, what could a judicial oath mean like a courtroom, at any rate. In the front a courtroom, a judge, and a jury for this mess. Beyond that—" Altairians attempted to push through the door at once. Zeckler of precedent seemed to be settled, and a group of the Altairians filed in, in order of stature, stalking across the room court. "We are reading the case of the people of Altair I," the judge's voice roared out, "against one Harry Zeckler—" he paused for a long, impressive moment—"Terran." The courtroom immediately burst into an angry growl, until the judge pounded the bench five or six times more. "This—creature—is hereby accused of the following crimes," the judge bellowed. "Conspiracy to overthrow the government of Altair I. Brutal murder of seventeen law-abiding citizens of the village of in a public square. Four separate and distinct charges of jail-break and bribery—" The judge pounded the bench for order—"Espionage "The Chairman of the Jury," said the Judge succinctly, "will read the verdict." a puppet on a string. "Defendant found guilty on all counts," he said. "Defendant is guilty! The court will pronounce sentence—" " Now wait a minute! Honor. Later, Your Honor. The trial comes "Later. You have to have the trial before you can have the verdict." The Altairian shrugged indifferently. "Now—later—" he "Have the prosecutor call his first witness," said Meyerhoff. Zeckler leaned over, his face ashen. "These charges," he whispered. "They're insane!" Altairian equivalent of a hungry grin at the prosecutor. Then "The oath," muttered the judge. "We've got to have the oath." The prosecutor nodded, and four natives moved forward, cairn, and the prosecutor said, "Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you—" he in an injured tone. "Then tell this court what you have seen of the activities of this abominable wretch." in his heart, that I was—" "Objection!" Zeckler squealed plaintively, jumping to his feet. "This witness can't even remember what night he's talking about!" his bundle of notes. "Overruled," he said abruptly. "Continue, please." The witness glowered at Zeckler. "As I was saying before "But how can I fight testimony like that?" "But they can't prove a word of it—" He looked at the jury, who were listening enraptured to the second witness on the stand. This one was testifying regarding the butcherous slaughter of eighteen (or was it twenty-three? Oh, yes, twenty-three) his eyes turning glassy as the testimony piled up. "But it's not "Of course it isn't! Can't you understand? have no regard for truth. It's stupid, to them, silly, a mark of low intelligence. The only thing in the world they have any respect for is a liar bigger and more skillful than they are." the jury delivers the verdict?" with fear and excitement. "Your—Your Honor, I—I have a as a murmur arose in the court. "Our land?" to hear his words. "These charges," he continued, "all of them—they're perfectly true. At least, they seem Altair from my homeland on Terra. I—I landed on Altair II, theirs, not mine. They have bribed your Goddess, flattered her and lied to her, coerced her all-powerful goodness to their own evil interests, preparing for the day when they could persuade One by one the natives nudged one another, and booed, and guffawed, until the rising tide of racket drowned out Zeckler's words. "The defendant is obviously lying," roared the prosecutor over the pandemonium. "Any fool knows that the Goddess can't be bribed. How could she be a Goddess if she could?" "Unless the defendant wishes to take up more of our precious time with these ridiculous lies, the jury—" "Wait! Your Honor, I request a short recess before I present case." The judge settled back with a disgusted snarl. "Do I have

<question>:
The proceedings of Altairian trial defy which tenet of the modern western legal system?

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A a defendant is innocent until proven guilty
B a defendant has a right to due process
C no warrant shall be issued without just cause
D no one shall be subject to self-incrimination

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A