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

<passage>:
Which goes to prove that, in some instances, being heroic is easy! course, believe in the gods per se still there is a grandeur in the to me that many cling tenaciously, and ignorantly, to the old religion. Cling to the gods of old, who drew man upward from wherever he began. In whose names Man killed and plundered, while struggling up. In whose to live in peace with his knowledge and his power. Gone now are all the ancient evils, wars, emergencies. "Sias! Sias—" And they were upon me. warning, continued to rise, and then—poof. Everything has evaporated emergency, it is wise to speak with caution. That is, I suppose so. I have never before been in a real emergency. A man my age does not hurry in the heat of the midday sun—maddugs nenglishmin go out in the midday sun, as the ancients say, although I often wonder why—but Xeon and Melia ran all the way down to the city. They are of an age to enter manhood, and have all the energy such young men do. consternation. And can the simple people be blamed? They were aware that they stood in the midst of an unprecedented happening indeed, an emergency. For a machine had failed! Not in the memory of the eldest among us has a machine failed. They were created so long ago, indeed, that the ignorant believe them to have been constructed by the gods themselves. And never, so far as I know, has one failed. Small wonder that the watcher had been negligent. Indeed, the watcher is more a tradition than a necessity. Besides, had he been sober, he would not have known what to do. For who knows the mysterious workings of the machines? Well, you know how these things are. At such a time, many men feel the crux of the matter and the Conclave finally heard the facts it had assembled to hear. By this time, unfortunately, many of the Conclave those left were the most earnest and intelligent. "I would not bore you," he said, "with details of which only the gods an easy matter for the Maternite Machine to add more and more thus assuring us, as has always been, a continuous source of Prelife to be number of children each year to balance the number of us whom the gods claim. Such it has always been from time immemorial." A murmur of assent and approval of these virtuous words whispered around the Hall. even a stutter here and there, "an unprecedented situation has arisen. Indeed, I might call it an emergency. For the M-Maternite Machine has actually failed." Cries of "Treason" sprang up, and I fear it might have gone hard for At this I feared the Conclave was about to riot. It is at such times that I most revere the wisdom of the ancients, who decreed seventy years the minimum age for a member of the Conclave. They shouted and "As I have said," he replied, "give the machines but a bit of Prelife and they will produce more. But take away that least bit, and they are helpless." Such heresy could have brought a sad end to the priest had not the Conclave been so exhausted by the events of the day. We leaned back to Rocsates leaned forward and asked, "Must there not—must there not have irritating dumber-than-thou attitude of his. "Must there not, long ago, have been a source of Prelife: a source now forgotten? And may it not even now—should we discover it—be available to us? I am reminded of "I fear your mind is wandering, Rocsates," I was forced to interrupt. Rocsates' voice made itself heard. "It is true. Such creatures did "If it be so," I said, quieting the hub-bub that followed, "and I would not doubt your word, Rocsates, for all know you are the wisest of men—if it were so, then, what of it?" At this two members of the Conclave fell immediately into a faint, and attentively to Rocsates, who, amid cries of "Heresy" and "Treason", Gods, this Rocsates! The books, as well he knows, are so ancient, being handled, they be destroyed and all knowledge within them lost. Therefore, they have not been read in the known history of our race. And Rocsates has been anxious for an excuse— Rocsates, it is suspected, will never ask a question unless he knows Several weeks elapsed before Rocsates requested that the Conclave meet. when formalities were concluded and Rocsates granted leave to speak. and your features more often handsomer than ours. To the disadvantage, your excretory system is not so mechanically dextrous as ours. And, you may say, why should this not be so? There is, indeed, no reason why we should all be identical. Perforce you have the advantage, perforce we "Some among you She's have the swelling of the breasts. And does there exist no reason for this? Was there not, perhaps in ancient times, a cause for this? Do you not wonder, She's, whence you come and for what reason?" "Rocsates," I interrupted. "All this is fascinating, of course. But if you could be quick—" crowd. Yet when Rocsates stopped, so also did the noise, so shocked and "In fact," Rocsates added, sitting down, "this process of reproduction over-population." Order was lost among the Conclave as each man turned to speak to his neighbor, and for some time I could not restore order. I realized that something had to be done to save Rocsates before the outrage of the assembled overwhelmed him. "It seems," I shouted, "that there is a flaw in your logic." For if such there was, I was hopeful of dismissing the entire affair with no harm done. "For if people reproduced too often, why then this reproduction must have been a pleasant thing to do otherwise they would not have done so to excess. And if it was a pleasant thing to do, where is the necessity for the machines, and why were they created?" Rocsates seemed perplexed by this problem, whereupon Xeon, who together such a pleasure that the Conclave ruled it to be a sin? And therefore the machines were necessary!" At this impudence the Conclave dissolved in an uproar, and I was beyond power to restrain them from placing Xeon under arrest. Privately, however, I had to admit that his supposition was a possibility, and thus I authorized Rocsates to continue his search. I needed a sufficient excuse to call a meeting of the Conclave, whereupon I might argue for the lad. When I heard that Rocsates again desired audience, I immediately proclaimed a meeting of the Conclave Rocsates entered and took his place. He clutched under one shoulder formalities were over. I intended to speak for Xeon, but Rocsates was Life.' It seems to be some sort of a do-it-yourself pamphlet." He dropped the book on the table and rubbed his hands over his eyes. There was something in the man's behavior that commanded everyone's When he finished the Conclave sat in horrified silence. His words, with all their horror, had the ring of truth and there were no cries of "Shall not these organs which you mention have atrophied by now? With "I do not think so," Rocsates replied after a while. "What to us is "Then we must experiment," I said. "But whom could we ask to submit to "I have already taken the liberty of asking for volunteers," Rocsates Rocsates gestured to the table, and Melia started to climb upon it, was indeed hard, and from Rocsates' description it seemed that Melia's I voiced my assent, and the entire Conclave adjourned to the fields. "They seemed finally to accomplish all the book described," I muttered. "They may indeed have succeeded," Rocsates replied. "There is mentioned I waited, and Rocsates was silent, and he continued. "We do not deserve praise, Sias," he said. "The truth is, we ... we My heart has a warmth in it, and I no longer fear for the future of our

<question>:
The overall reaction to Rocsates' suggestions is symbolic of:

<options>:
A Inefficiency of government
B Resistance to intellectualism
C Potential of innovation
D Overzealousness for power

<answer>:

B