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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and is operated by a hand-picked dangerous of weapons is the one you don't know is loaded. Illustrated by Schoenherr The by a series of silly errors happening one after another in defiance of the way up the half-mile "On the other hand, a talent that precipice it fingered and wrenched away at groaning ice-slabs. It to be chancy. No matter how highly developed it can't be surefire. The proof is that I've survived to tell the tale." At twenty below zero and fifty manipulates chance events is bound vizor at the white waste and the to a frozen glare, penciled black shadow down the long furrow, and flashed at the furrow's end on a thing of metal and plastics, an artifact thrown down in the dead wilderness. Nothing grew, nothing flew, nothing walked, nothing talked. But the snow-filled air howling over it, sliding broken or a clockwork toy running but still cocky, there leaked from the shape in the hollow the sound of a "I've wiggled my toes with entire out. I'm fine where I am. I'll just lie here for a while and relax, and get some of the story on tape. This suit's "I've always been lucky, I guess. Luck got me a place in the Whale . are lots of other guys. If I were ten years older, it would have been an honor, being picked for the first long jump in the first starship ever. At my 'Jump'. Took his finger off the button and there we were: Alpha Centauri . Two months later your time, use. Better yet would be a pint Failing that, I could even go for a won't. I could weep when I think of just back from a proving flight cum astronomical survey in the starship and don't take any wooden nickels. hadn't I? That's what the natives called it. Walking, talking natives on a blue sky planet with 1.1 g gravity and a twenty per cent oxygen atmosphere at fifteen p.s.i. The odds against finding Chang on a six-sun survey on the first star jump ever must be up in the googols. We certainly were lucky. "Two, they brew a near-beer that's a lot nearer than the canned stuff we had aboard the Whale . "Three, they've a great sense of humor. Ran rather to silly practical jokes, but still. Can't say I care for weren't so hot at it. Maybe that ten per cent extra gravity put us that grows its own fur coat, has yellow eyes an inch and a half long and long white whiskers. Could have kept your mind on the game? "And don't think I fell victim to their feline charm. The children were heads. Personally I didn't like the one I knew best. He was called—well, we or whatever you like to call him, who of humor, of course. I nearly broke my neck on that butter-slide he fixed up in the metal alleyway to the Whale's Minnow was a cabin full of dead and dying men, the sweetish stink of burned flesh and the choking reek of scorching insulation, how high I am. Must be all of fifty miles, and doing eight hundred miles an hour at least. I'll be doing more than that when I land. What's final velocity for a fifty-mile fall? Same as a fifty thousand mile fall, I suppose same as escape twenty-four thousand miles an hour. I'll make a mess ... "That's better. Why didn't I close made me dizzy. I'll make a nice shooting star when I hit air. Come to think of it, I must be deep in air now. Let's take a look. "It's getting lighter. Look at those or eraser. What must have happened is that the suit ran out of oxygen, and I lost consciousness due to anoxia. I dreamed I switched on the radio, but I actually switched on the emergency tank, thank the Lord, and that brought me round. "Come to think of it, why not crack the suit and breath fresh air instead of bottled? "No. I'd have to get up to do that. I think I'll just lie here a little bit journey, wasn't I? The long jump back home, which should have dumped us between the orbits of Earth about half a light-year from the sun. The crew's job was also easy: they found what went wrong in less than half an hour. "It still seems incredible. To program the ship for a star-jump, you merely told it where you were and where you wanted to go. In practical terms, that entailed first a series of in the galaxy. Then you cut a tape on the computer and hit the button. the wrong place. It hurts me to tell you this and I'm just attached personnel with no space-flight tradition. In practical terms, one highly trained equally skilled had failed to notice this when reading back. A childish error, highly improbable thus squaring the improbability. Incredible, but that's what why we were out there so long. They were cross-checked about five times. I got sick so I climbed into a spacesuit and went outside and took some passed through a small sieve, and poured back into shape. The entire pointed straight down, traveling at a relative speed of about two thousand miles an hour. "It was a fantastic situation. Here was the fifty light-years in a subjective time of one second, and it was helpless. For, as of course you know, the "The Whale interplanetary flight because you can run it continuously and it has extremely high exhaust velocity. But in our situation it was no good because it has rather a low thrust. It would have taken more time than we had to deflect us enough to avoid a smash. Minnow at a dead run. There was no time to take anything at all except the clothes we stood in. The Minnow was meant for short heavy hops to planets or asteroids. In addition to the ion drive it had emergency atomic rockets, miles an hour make an almighty splash. By now you'll have divers down, but I doubt they'll salvage much you can use. his lovely ship was getting the chopper. Or did he suspect another human up. Poor Cazamian was burnt to a crisp. Only thing that saved me was the spacesuit I was still wearing. I snapped the face plate down because the cabin was filling with fumes. I "I saw the launch spinning away, glowing red against a purplish black sky. I tumbled head over heels towards "I'll have to get up and crack this suit and let some air in. But I can't. I fell fifty miles without a parachute. on the recorder. The voice began again, considerably wearier. "Hello there. I'm in the bleakest precipice around me every way but one and that's up. So it's up I'll have to go till I find a way to go down. there I stick. Listened to it for fifteen minutes just to hear a human voice again. I haven't much hope of reaching anyone with my five milliwatt something from my military training, when I did some parachute jumps. Terminal velocity for a human body falling through air is lucky to live through a five hundred foot fall, true, but I've been lucky. The suit is bulky but light and probably slowed my fall. I hit a sixty mile about half a mile of snow and fetched up in a drift. The suit is part worn but still operational. I'm fine. "The second thing I want to say is dangerous. I'm not telling how because I've got a scientific reputation to watch. You'll have to figure it out after all they aren't human. On an alien world a hundred light-years away, why shouldn't alien talents develop? A talent that's so uncertain and rudimentary ping-pong. "So what is luck, good or bad? Scientifically speaking, future chance others aren't. All we've got are hints and glimmers, the fumbling touch of a rudimentary talent. There's the evil eye legend and the Jonah, bad luck bringers. Superstition? Maybe but

<question>:
What is the Minnow?

<options>:
A The Minnow is Charlie's spaceship.
B The Minnow is the most powerful ship ever built.
C The Minnow is a shuttlecraft.
D The Minnow is an escape pod.

<answer>:

C