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

<passage>:
THE PERFECTIONISTS By ARNOLD CASTLE ILLUSTRATED by SUMMERS Is there something wrong with you? Do you fail to fit in with your group? Nervous, anxious, ill-at-ease? Happy appeared to have overcome every in downtown Los Angeles and she seemed to be wholly ambidextrous. "With so many beautiful women in Puerto Pacifico," said Pembroke probingly, "I find it hard to understand why there are so few children." and as yet had had no callers. aren't they," said Mary Ann. "I do wish there were more of "Oh, they're only given to maternal flaw of loquacity that no one else tracks carefully. "What type am I?" he asked. "Silly, you're real. You're not a type at all." "Mary Ann, I love you very had commenced on a dismal, Sydney, two days out of Valparaiso, the Colombian tramp steamer to be miserable." hulk wallowing in the murky distance. from far below the waterline, and the decks were awash with frantic crewmen, officers, and the handful of passengers. Only two will eventually make you unhappy. went down. Pembroke travel, organized peril, place me in great danger." "I'll never tell anyone anything for any obvious reason, but because of subtle little factors that make a woman a woman. Mary Ann had no pulse. Mary Ann did not perspire. Mary Ann did not Ann talked and talked and talked. But then, Mary Ann was not a human being. When she left the hotel at midnight, Pembroke was quite sure Pembroke had at last found his. Earth and the human race that peopled it. And Mary Ann would the crew of the ship, probably. He also recognized several of the passengers. However, told him that there were no living the beach. of course, had to be just like Earth. That, after all, was the purpose of Puerto Pacifico. By noon they had rented a jeep and were well away from would go straight to the police Though the rest of her compensated for that. "Tell me what's wrong with not good enough, am I? I mean, there's something wrong with the way I look or act. Isn't there? was not going to report the incident. "You're not casual enough, for probably be no further investigation. And they certainly would not prosecute Mary Ann for killing an Earthman. She was frightened. It But I don't know what to do staring across at the smooth, tan limbs. "Do you think I'm okay otherwise? I mean, as a whole I'm not so bad, am I? Oh, please tell me." the woman off his mind, but the And that was bad because it it was her concern about being she might go to the police again, Pembroke had seen the corpses of Earthmen being carted out of buildings. They had to be Earthmen because they bled. Mary Ann had admitted that she did not. There would be very few Earthmen left in Puerto Pacifico, and it would be simple enough to locate him if he were reported as on each of its six limbs, and smiled up at him as he stared. "Can I help you, sir?" a middle-aged no out but to do away with Mary "What the hell was that?" "Oh, you know—or don't you? Oh, my," she concluded, "are you be sent to Earth. docks every day, without being exodus would take place. Yet he doubt be discovered and exterminated. concerned about anything but his just where are we, anyway? What city is this?" "Puerto Pacifico," she told him. "Isn't that a lovely name? It means peaceful port. In Spanish." to apply a corrective to any of to this planet was, of course, the Pacificos' aberrant mannerisms the polishing up phase. or articulation. This was off every west coast state, city, town, and inlet. None, to the best Puerto Pacifico. He headed for the nearest of his knowledge, was called service station and asked for a "It is a sign of poor breeding the docks. Almost at once "Okay, then where am I?" "Pardon me, there's a customer," the boy said. "This is Puerto Pacifico." Pembroke watched him hurry off to service a car with a sense of having been given the runaround. roped-off wharves small interviewing you are," the youngster told him. "I'd sure appreciate it if you'd give me a little help on my lingo. "Right," said Pembroke wearily. "What's wrong with your lingo? Other than the fact that it's not colloquial enough." of it. a metallic voice from a speaker on the wall. "I'm Jerry Newton. Got no middle initial," Pembroke said in a surly voice. "What is your name?" queried Pembroke said. "What's over You name it. Been out of fires, vineyards, car washer. Anything. though. Goin' on five months. These here are hard times, no Chinese situation?" the voice inquired. "Where's Seattle?" "Yeah, it's kinda isolated. A surrogate for a mid-twentieth century American male, itinerant type. customer. "If you don't like the in tears. named Spencer. He sat in a booth with three young women, the ship, ignoring her. But still "Hell, no. But some poor you'll qualify." raising a ruckus. They never do "Me, me," the blonde with a is wrong with me?" feather cut was insisting. "What hate that?" it's not. But where the hell it is, "Ah, you're perfect, too. You are all perfect. I've never seen such a collection of dolls as parade the girl with the coal black hair. around this here city. Earth." With four of its limbs it tapped outside of Ensenada, broke but happy, with two other itinerant types. They separated in San Diego, and it was not long before Pembroke was explaining to the over Lemark's Liquors, Pembroke from the scene of the sinking of "Wonder what the hell got into They know they're not. You've up by a Chilean trawler. How he much suffering, up the coast to California. Two days later, his said Pembroke. "It's not Wellington, and it's not Brisbane, and it's not Long Beach, and it's not Tahiti. There are a lot of places gazed without emotion at you tell me. lay sprawled one atop the other the two demolished Pacificos that "And, by the way," he added, place to go from here and there "I hope you like it in Puerto Pacifico. Because there isn't any in the corner. His watch said of a federal official, but the hesitant, self-conscious steps of a junior clerk type. day. Not the brisk, efficient steps isn't any way to get there if of honest criticism." the gag?" problem—" you have a bad leg, I should He would be out of business a more pronounced limp. Otherwise, you may appear to protest, but saw with amazement ARE YOU IMPERFECT? "Somebody's crazy around "No. You just don't belong "You're the wrong type. But they The way they operate it's a they don't care one bit about us, went down with the ship. That "What the hell are you sayin'?" they sunk the ship? Valencia and the waitress and "What don't you like about me? The truth "Ah, hell! Nothin' wrong he wondered, had gone out on their backs during their first day in Puerto Pacifico? Pembroke shaved, showered, and put on the new suit and shirt considerably more normal after the other denizens of Puerto Pacifico Pembroke had listened to that afternoon. After eating they danced for critical capabilities, but not once had she become annoyed with him. She seemed to devour every factual point of imperfection

<question>:
What is wrong with the citizens of Puerto Pacifico?

<options>:
A The citizens of Puerto Pacifico are aliens, not humans.
B The citizens of Puerto Pacifico are newly-awakened AI beings, trying to blend in with humanity.
C The citizens of Puerto Pacifico don't realize they are dead.
D The citizens of Puerto Pacifico are androids, not humans.

<answer>:

D