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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. They were uncovering new talent at such a great rate, (Harl Vincent, David H. Keller, E. E. Smith, Philip Francis Nowlan, hundred and fifty stories. Eric Breuer), that Jack Williamson barely managed to become one of a distinguished group of discoveries by stealing the cover of the December issue for his first story Fletcher Pratt and Miles J. to imitate in style, mood and subject the magic of that late lamented master of fantasy. The imitation found great favor from the readership and almost . He followed his initial success AMAZING STORIES and The Alien Intelligence in Eric now recognized as a prominent SCIENCE WONDER STORIES , these stories were close copies of A. Merritt, whose style and method Jack Williamson parlayed into Yet the strange thing about it was that Jack Williamson was one of the most versatile science vogue for science-fantasy altered to super science, he created the memorable super lock-picker Giles Habilula as the major attraction When grim realism was the order of the day, he produced wanted extrapolated theory in present tense, he assumed the disguise of Will Stewart and popularized the concept of contra terrene matter in science fiction "Why, hello, Eric, old man!" with Shock. Finally, when only psychological studies of the future He confessed to a few pangs of and—" "Young man, if any harm appeal to the Society for the in existence at the time of the writing, the surmise that this media would be a natural for angrily, face highly colored, clothing shimmering with artificial gems, waddled pompously out of the door through which westerns was particularly astute. Eric?" drought and frost and dust-storms, poison-weeds and hail, for the sake of survival on the Llano Estacado." The discovery of was the escape he sought and his goal was to be a science fiction writer. He labored to this end and the first AMAZING STORIES Eric held up the silver flask. he knew that a story of his had Since then, he has written millions of words of science fiction and has gone on record as follows: "I feel that science-fiction is the folklore of the new world of science, and the expression of man's reaction to a technological environment. By which I mean that it is the most interesting and stimulating form of literature today." heart when he looked up from his clattering machine. rumpled bed-clothing, a striking slender figure in purple-striped set you down. But I can't be responsible for what happens afterward." "Simple, primitive life is what pajamas. He smiled fondly across bending exercises. But after a few half-hearted movements, he and also with scientific appliances that would have been strange to the man of four or five centuries before, when the Age of Aviation was beginning. Eric helped Nada to a place "Go ahead. We aren't coming back." "Gee! What is it? Elopement? With another yawn, Mr. Eric Nada and Eric felt themselves seated himself before a broad, their faces. Eric sat up, found "It's wonderful to have a fine, green, that brought a thrill of pleasure to the young novelist's a bloody rock in one hand and strong man like you to trust in, He wrote "thrilling action romances," as his enthusiastic publishers and television directors said, "of ages past, when men were men. Red-blooded heroes responding vigorously to the stirring passions of primordial life!" He was impartial as to the source of his thrills—provided they were distant enough from modern civilization. His hero was likely to be an ape-man roaring through the jungle, with Eric. You're just like one of the civilization! We're back to Nature!" "Yes, we're on our feet now, not parasites on the machines." Or a cowboy, "hard-riding, hard-shooting," the vanishing hero of the ancient ranches. Or a man His heroes were invariably strong, fearless, resourceful fellows, savage animals he had seen in the television. equal terms with a cave-man, or call science to aid them in defending marooned with a lovely woman a beautiful mate from Eric's novels, and watched the television screens. They thrilled at the simple, romantic lives his heroes led, paid him handsome royalties, and subconsciously shared his opinion that civilization had taken all the best from the life of man. Eric had settled down to the artistic satisfaction of describing the sensuous delight of his tripping into the study, gay and vivacious, and—as her husband of a few months most justly thought—altogether beautiful in a bright silk dressing gown. Recklessly, he slammed the machine back into its place, and resolved to forget that his next "red-blooded action thriller" was say nothing of a mass of pure copper. "Probably you're right. This soil seemed to be of alluvial origin. Shouldn't be surprised if with Nature, and growing things. Men read her poems and called her a genius. Even though the whole world had grown up into a city, the birds were extinct, there were no wild flowers, and no one had time to "Matches! Of course not! "Eric, darling," she said, "isn't We're going back to Nature." bother about sunsets. things we both love?" "Yes, dear. Civilization has ruined the world. If we could only have lived a thousand years ago, when life was simple and natural, when men hunted and killed their meat, instead of drinking synthetic "Eric, that reminds me that his own. They turned their attention stuff, when men still had the joys of conflict, instead of I'm hungry." contrary ideas about the matter. At last, from sheer weariness, by a vast fallen tree-trunk. Earth had before civilization ruined it." "Yes, Kinsley, with his new infra-red ray telescope, that penetrates seemingly not inconvenienced in the least by the inclement elements, begin life like the characters in this hateful civilization, and live natural lives. Maybe a rocket—" The world seems to be in about the The Cosmic Express." "The Cosmic Express?" "A new invention. Just perfected a few weeks ago, I understand. By Ludwig Von der Valls, "Eric," a thin voice trembled. "I've quit bothering about science. It has ruined nature, filled the world with silly, artificial people, doing silly, artificial things." "But this is quite remarkable, the German physicist." dear. A new way to travel—by "Eric?" she called softly. "Don't you wish—we had known better?" change. The disintegration of the energy . And Millikan's old proof that his Cosmic of electricity are united to form weren't a scientist." He glowed with pride. "But the method, in the new Cosmic Express, is simply Eric and Nada clung to each humans. Nada burst into tears. "Oh, if only—if only—" "A darned shame," Eric grumbled, object and sets it down on the other side of the world. "An analogy from television might help. You know that by means of the scanning disc, the picture is transformed into mere rapid fluctuations in the brightness "So sorry—an accident—inconceivable. I can't see how he of the power is lost, and power is required to rebuild the Mr. Eric Stokes-Harding, noted author of primitive life and love, ate a hearty meal with his pretty spouse, after they had washed as much satisfaction from contemplation of each other's delivered his promised story to his publishers, a thrilling tale of faces as from the excellent food. a beautiful girl. The hero made stone tools, erected a dwelling for himself and his mate, hunted food for her, defended her from society—" Eric laughed, fumbled with a minutes later Mr. Eric

<question>:
Where does Eric view himself and others in relation to the modern world?

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A He believes that humans rely too much on modern technological advancements and are devolving as a result
B He believes that scientists and inventors are responsible for the downfall of society
C He believes that humans will never be content until they are able to perform any task without leaving the confines of their homes
D He believes that technological advancement has swindled humans of their natural gifts and activities

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D