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 "Feetch M-D" next time "Feetch!" grated Ogden Piltdon, president of the Piltdon Opener savagely. "The Piltdon Can-Opener is trailing the competition. Advertising and Sales are breaking their necks. It's Engineering "But Mr. Piltdon," remonstrated Feetch unsteadily under his employer's International rips apart cans in three and three-tenths seconds. Universal does it in four." Feetch adjusted his spectacles with shaking hands. "But Mr. Piltdon, "Dignity," pronounced Piltdon, "is for museums. Four months, Feetch! stronger, flashier and more musical than any other on the market. I want it completely developed, engineered and tooled-up, ready for production. Otherwise, Feetch—" Feetch's body twitched. "But Mr. Piltdon, four months is hardly time I will not allow you to throw out my money. Four months, Feetch, discard. He had always wanted to devote all his time to research, but thought Feetch. Twenty-five years of close supervision, dead-lines, Ah, well, thought Feetch straightening his thin shoulders, he had "Got to be," answered Feetch tiredly. "We must work along classical bench. They began testing, Hanson operating the openers and Feetch clocking. "Four point four," announced Feetch after the last test. "Well, well," said Feetch. "I drew my pay every week so I suppose I have no complaints. Although," a wistful note crept into his voice "I would have liked a little recognition. Piltdon is a household word, but who has heard of Feetch? Well,"—Feetch blew his nose—"how do we "Hello," said Feetch as an aproned machinist entered carrying a "Yes," said Feetch. "I see it too. Try another can." "Spinach, I think," said Feetch. "Where did the can go, do you suppose?" "Dear, dear," said Feetch, regarding the piles of food on the bench. room and slapped Feetch heartily on the back, causing him to break a pencil point. "Feetch!" roared Piltdon. "Is this talk that's going he exulted, "will make can-opener history. Instantaneous opening! "Mr. Piltdon—" said Feetch shakily. Feetch? The thing can be duplicated, can't it?" "Feetch," bit out Piltdon, his face growing hard. "Stow this hooey. I Close, thought Feetch, wearily. It had been a man-killing job, and it production! Let 'er rip!" The Super-Openers rolled over the country. In a remarkably short time they appeared in millions of kitchens from coast-to-coast. Sales sales to one to a customer. Piltdon cancelled his advertising program. Newspapers, magazines, radio, television and word-of-mouth spread the fame of the opener so that advertising was unnecessary. Meanwhile, of course, government scientists, research foundations, universities and independent investigators began to look into this new Far into the night burned the lights of countless laboratories. Noted physicists probed, measured, weighed, traced, X-rayed, dissolved, spun, peered at, photographed, magnetized, exploded, shattered and analyzed Super-Openers without achieving the glimmer of a satisfactory explanation. Competitors found the patent impossible to circumvent, for any departure from its exact specifications nullified the effect. Piltdon, genial these days with success and acclaim, roared at Feetch: "Thank you, Mr. Piltdon." And still, thought Feetch wryly, he received no recognition. His name did not even appear on the patent. Well, well, that was the way it went. He must find his satisfaction in his work. And it had been interesting lately, the work he had been doing expensive. He was a fool, he supposed, to try independent research when so many huge scientific organizations were working on it. But he could no more keep away from it than he could stop eating. As soon as he could get hold of Piltdon, Feetch said trembling, "Sir, I Feetch?" The incident made headlines in the local papers. The next day other local papers in widely scattered locations reported similar incidents. dangerous. The deluge followed no pattern. Sometimes it would slacken, sometimes it would stop, sometimes begin heavily again. It fell in homes, on the streets, in theatres, trains, ships, universities and dog-food factories. No place was immune. People took to wearing hats indoors and out, and the sale of helmets boomed. All activity was seriously curtailed. A state of national emergency was declared. Government investigators went to work and soon confirmed what was Livid with fury and apprehension, he screamed at Feetch, "This is your "You're through, Feetch!" raved Piltdon. "Fired! Get out! But before "Yes, sir," said Feetch paling. "Then you don't want to hear about my Piltdon's huge desk. "No!" yelled Piltdon at Feetch's face which was "Forever, Feetch?" "You're positive, Feetch?" Piltdon's eyes glared into Feetch's. at first, but then monopolize the market. All right, Feetch, I'll Feetch felt himself sag inwardly. "Mr. Piltdon," he said. "I'm asking wanted. Over the years he had waited, thinking that there would be Perhaps someone would give him a job working in the new field he had "No use," said Feetch. "Nothing you can say—" klunk! klunk! "Feetch!" howled Piltdon. "I order you to remain!" Feetch almost submitted from force of habit. He hesitated for a moment, "Good-day," said Feetch firmly, sprinting through the falling cans to Money, Feetch decided after a while, was a good thing to have. His "Feetch," the personnel man would read. "Kalvin Feetch." Then, looking up, "Not the Kalvin Feetch who—" "Yes," Feetch would admit miserably. inasmuch as we feel your premature application of your discovery to profit-making denotes a lack of scientific responsibility and ethics Piltdon, Feetch thought, feeling a strange sensation deep within his No, Feetch told himself, he was revealing nothing that Piltdon might The phone rang. Feetch seized it and said to the image: "Absolutely Feetch. I know you can't find work anywhere else." change all that, Feetch? We'll put out the New Type Super-Opener and the world will soon forget about the old one." "No," said Feetch. "People will forget anyway—I hope." "If you won't think of yourself, at least think of your fellow Think of that, Feetch." Feetch blinked. This had not occurred to him. over, Feetch." Feetch sat, thinking it over. Was it right to let all these people lose Feetch hung up. A glow of anger that had been building up in his chest grew warmer. He began pacing the floor. How he hated to do it. Think, Feetch walked into the kitchen and carefully poured himself a drink of hand. "Here is everything I know about what I call the Feetch Effect, "Fifty-one percent," said Feetch firmly. "Don't bother with any "Stop bluffing," said Feetch coldly. "There's no other way out for "Well," murmured the Government man, "I never did think Feetch got a Published in the newspapers the following day, Feetch's statement read, in part: "The motion in space and time of the singular curvilinear as extensive as our own universe. Unfortunately, as my investigations indicated, Alpha space seems to be thickly inhabited. These "I sincerely and humbly venture the opinion that we are on the threshold of tremendous and mighty discoveries. It is my belief that "Mr Feetch—" said Piltdon. Feetch looked up from his desk in the newly constructed Feetch "But Mr. Feetch—" "Get out," said Feetch.

<question>:
What was Feetch most interested in?

<options>:
A Making money
B Research and development
C Working for Piltdon
D Being known around the world

<answer>:

B