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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makes the news public? You know what would happen if this thing should leak!" The intercom on Baxter's desk suddenly buzzed, and a bright red light intercom began feeding out a long sheet of paper the new answer from overrode his erstwhile genial features. I had a horrible suspicion. "Not again?" I said softly. tossed me the Amnesty. "I'd like to say I do this for fulfillment, or for cash, or because it's my destiny however, the real reason (same as that expressed by Jean Kerr) is that this kind of stay-at-home self-employment lets me sleep late in the morning." 1 her office, heading for the hall exit. "Mr. Delvin," she said, her voice a wispy croak. "When will you be I opened my mouth, but one of the security men cut in. "You will be informed," he said to Marge. " W-Will I be back?" I asked desperately, as we waited for the elevator. "At all? Am I under arrest? What's up, anyhow?" "You will be informed," said the man again. I had to let it go at that. Security men were not hired for their loquaciousness. They had a car pressing my perspiring palms against the sides of my pants to get rid of their uncomfortably slippery feel. "Thank you, sir." There was a silence, during which I breathed uneasily, and a bit too always reacts to an obvious cliche. Then, with something like a look of relief on his blunt face, he "I'd rather not discuss that, sir, if you don't mind." "Do you mind if I do mind?" "Oh ... Oh, well if you put it like that. It's girls, sir. They block my mind. Ruin my work." they stop the watch. If I get it in five seconds, it passes. But if I spot it in less, they throw it out and start over again. Or is that clear? No, I guess you're still confused, sir." "Yes, sir. Even my secretary, Marge, whom I'd never in a million years think of looking at twice, except for business reasons, of course, has to stay out of my office when I'm working, or I can't function." "You have my sympathy, son," Baxter said, not unkindly. "Thank you, sir. It hasn't been easy." is.... You have been chosen for an extremely important mission." I couldn't have been more surprised had he announced my incipient "You mean that International Cybernetics picked me for a mission? That's crazy, if you'll pardon me, sir." Baxter shrugged, and his genial smile was a bit tightly stretched. "When the current emergency arose and all our usual methods failed, we had to submit the problem to the Brain." "And," I said, beginning to be fascinated by his bewildered manner, "If you're sitting there in that hopeful stance awaiting some sort of explanation, you may as well relax," Baxter said shortly. "I have none that the Brain always picks the right man." I let this sink in, then asked, "What made you ask for a man in the first place, sir? I've always understood that your own staff we got. You, son, are the solution." Chief of Security or not, I was getting a little burned up at his highhanded treatment of my emotions. "How nice!" I said icily. "Now if I only knew the problem!" I thought a second, then nodded. "They've been having such a good time that the government extended their trip by—Why are you shaking your head that way, sir?" i 's, misuse of tenses, deliberate misspellings. They take it out of an adult, especially an adult with a mind keen enough to get him into Interplanetary Security. We've limited the shifts to four hours per man per day. Otherwise, they'd all be gibbering by now!" but no reason for it?" talk to me man-to-man. "Look, son, an adding machine—which is a minor form of an electronic brain, and even works on the same principle—can "That, in a nutshell is our problem. We coded and fed to the Brain every shred of information at our disposal the ages of the children, by Baxter and counterembossed with the President's special device, a small globe surmounted by clasping hands. It gave me authority to do anything. With such an identification disc, I could go to Times Square given only to Security Agents, so deadly was its molecule-disrupting Amnesty, they called it—such as I possessed, and a collapser, I could go anywhere, do anything, commandeer anything I might need. All with no questions asked. Needless to say, I was feeling pretty chipper as I . At the moment, I was the most influential human being in the known universe. The pilot, as per my videophoned request, was waiting there for me. I And well they might be. An Amnesty-bearer can suddenly decide a subject is not answering questions to his satisfaction and simply blast the annoying party to atoms. It makes for straight responses. Of course, I was dressing the part, in a way. I wore the Amnesty suspended by a in ominous black, with an Amnesty on my breast and a collapser in Phobos II "Yes, sir!" he replied swiftly, at stiff attention. "I don't really have any details," I said, and waited for him to take his cue. As an afterthought, to help him talk, I added, "At ease, by "No. It's saved, sir. It gets distilled and stored for washing and drinking. Otherwise, we'd all dehydrate, with no water to replace the water we lost." "Check the tanks," I said. Amnesty-bearer. "It's the Amnesty that does it," he said, gesturing toward the disc. It I looked at the Amnesty, then nodded. "Kind of gets you, after awhile. Amnesty was created in the first place?" I sat up straight and scratched the back of my head. "Now you mention it, I really don't know. It seems a pretty dangerous thing to have about, the way people jump when they see it." "It is dangerous, of course, but it's vitally necessary. You're young, Jery Delvin, and even the finest history course available these days is slanted in favor of World Government. So you have no idea how tough things were before the Amnesty came along. Ever hear of red tape?" involvement. Forms to be signed, certain factors to be considered, protocol to be dealt with, government agencies to be checked with, classifications, bureaus, sub-bureaus, congressional committees. It was impossible, Jery, my boy, to get anything done whatsoever without consulting someone else. And the time lag and paperwork involved made accurate and swift action impossible, sometimes. What we needed, of course, was a person who could simply have all authority, in order to save the sometimes disastrous delays. So we came up with the Amnesty." would have put us right back where we'd been before. No, we left it up to the Brain. We'd find ourselves in a tight situation, and the Brain after being fed the data, would come up with either a solution, or a name." receive the Amnesty, is that it?" situation, hand over the Amnesty, and pray." I had a sudden thought. "Say, what happens if two men are selected by the Brain? Who has authority over whom?" Baxter grimaced and shivered. "Don't even think such a thing! Even your mentioning such a contingency gives me a small migraine. It'd be unprecedented in the history of the Brain or the Amnesty." He grinned, such a situation!" I sank back into the contour chair, and glanced at my watch. Much too solution came through, I could be on my way back to the world of hard

<question>:
Why was the Amnesty created?

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A To solve the issue of any one person having too much power
B To avoid the need of consulting another person on an emergency
C To circumvent bureaucracy that may otherwise get in the way of solving problem
D To allow a person to be able to make decisions without questions asked in an emergency

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C