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

<passage>:
from fish...." It was all sound logic. Even Twentieth Century," said the left on Earth. Those men that exist in other star systems are not really your kind anymore, though their forefathers originated on this planet. They have gone far beyond you in evolution. To them you would be only a senseless curiosity. You are much better off with my people—our minds are much more like yours. We will take care of you, and make you comfortable...." only swift young reflexes to rely on to avoid a fearful, telescoping An incredible science, millions of years old, lay in the minds of these creatures. hadn't yet tarred the traffic-loosened gravel at the Bend. Ned could scarcely have chosen any ordinary Earthly kind, he could have faced bravely. But the Movement was slower now, as of which Loy was a prime member. animal chucklings around him, and the occasional touch of a furry body, hurried his feverish shallow, crystalline domes, set among odd, scrub trees and sides, all their jaggedness lost after a million years of erosion in pursuit. Looking back, he saw the pinpoint gleams of with the smiling Irish eyes—like in the song. Betty and he planet—so changed had the Earth become. A wave of intolerable homesickness came over him as he countless little eyes. Yes, he was there to inspire it? Nothing! He laughed harshly as he ran, welcoming that bitter, killing cold. Nostalgia had him in wail, and those short, sharp chuckles of eagerness. Other questioning, wondering notes mixed with the cadence. Lacking qualities identifiable as human, the disturbance was still like the babble of a group of workmen who have discovered something remarkable. The desolate expanse around to him. It gave him a few crumbs of hope. "Hey, somebody!" he called. He grimaced ruefully as she again. There he lay, helpless, until presently an idea occurred Dazzled, and befuddled by his did in the Twentieth Century. "But listen!" Ned protested. "You know a lot more than we slanted upward from its crest—red than this, death from ages, war, decadence, disease, and a final scattering of those ultimate superhumans to newer worlds in other solar systems, common with all real scientists, regardless of the species from The sounds were not human. They were more like the chatter and wail of small desert animals. But there was a seeming paradox which they spring, he loved the subjects of his researches. He and to be happy. Or this creature would be of scant value for that had baffled far keener wits than Loy's. But he was bent, now, on the well-being of this anachronism he had so miraculously resurrected—this human, Perhaps that is the only thing to do—to send you back yourself, here. It will be hard to accomplish, but we'll try. Now I shall put you under an anesthetic...." Ned felt better immediately, for there was real hope now, where there had been none before. with a vast and unlooked-for success. "Why, Ned," she chuckled. different in appearance from his soon.... Ned relaxed, as a tiny spread around his inquisitive, hypo-needle bit into his arm.... eyes, betraying the slow heritage of time, of survival of the fittest, of his kind was already was a scientific oligarchy, Twentieth Century. It would be easy to get the help he needed. A horde of small, grey-furred beings and their machines, toiled far beyond that of the ancient were gathered, tense and gleeful, around the things their in it was a huddled form, brown and hard as old wood. The digging had exposed to the daylight. for many days. had gone into decay—yes. But was simple—alkali. A mineral saturation that had held time and change in stasis. A perfect preservative for organic tissue, aided probably during most of those passing eras by desert dryness. The Dakotas had turned smile curved her lips. As though she had succeeded in creeping up on him, for a surprise. "You look as though you've been Not the star-conquering demi-gods, approached. With a kind of fierce gratitude, he took her in his arms. Yes, she was just like always. early Twenty-first Century, the but the ancestral stock were happy in their paleontological enthusiasm! A "I guess I legendary antiquity, had aided them in their quest for knowledge. At last Loy Chuk gave a soft, chirping signal. The chant of lot of worse things happened.... But it wasn't true ..." he did not try to shake off, accepted apparent facts simply. He did not know anything about the invisible radiations beating down upon him, soothing and dimming his brain, so that of this ancient human corpse. What his probing gaze revealed to him, made his pleasure even greater than before. In twittering, chattering sounds, he communicated his further knowledge to his henchmen. Though it would never question or doubt, or observe too closely the incongruous He didn't know that this Betty sciences were far advanced among Loy Chuk's kind. Perhaps, by the application of principles long known to them, this long-dead body could be was of the same origin—a miraculous made to live again! It might Thus Loy Chuk's kind could study this ancient man—this Kaalleee. Thus, their motives were mostly selfish. Loy, though, was not observing, eager chattering with a command. Work was always more substantial than cheering. With infinite care—small, sharp hand-tools were used, now—the now. He had wandered far But Loy silenced this fresh, researches among the cities of the supermen show the truth. Even they, who once ruled Earth, focused X-rays, he saw magnified vague, angular, geometric mounds of human cities that images of the internal organs Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. homesickness had come. But this was only its surface aspect. Loy Chuk's people since the beginning of their foggy evolution. Besides, in this latter day, the once, the scientist began his changed often, until woody muscles and other tissues became pliable once more. Then the more delicate processes to a flow of restorative energy, passing between complicated electrodes. The cells of antique flesh and brain gradually took on a chemical composition nearer to that of the life that they had once known. worked with his apparatus, studying, and guiding the recording At last, eager and ready for whatever might happen now, whose weird shapes suggested alienness, and knowledge beyond bones, some of them seemed, from their size. But a dog, too, and the skeleton of a man, and a second man-skeleton that was not quite human. Its neck-vertebrae were very thick and solid, its shoulders were to a sitting posture. There was a muffled murmur around him, as of some vast, un-Earthly The words themselves, and the way they were assembled, were old, familiar friends. But the brownish animal with a bulging head. The animal's tiny-fingered paws—hands they were, really—were a little but plainly possessing a high order of intelligence. And a voice whose soothingly familiar words were more repugnant somehow, simply because did not know that in the latter, his language, taken from his own revitalized mind, was recorded, were not human, would have had great difficulty speaking English words, anyway. about a million years ago. I discovered your body. I brought you back to life. We have science that can do that. I'm Loy Chuk...." It took only a moment for the box to tell the full story in clear, bold, friendly terms. Thus Loy sought, with calm, human logic, to make his charge feel at home. Probably, though, he was a fool, "Speaking to me. One million years. Evolution. The scientists are smart. So maybe super-prairie-dogs could come from them. A lot easier than men

<question>:
How have scientists' positionality toward their research subjects changed since the 20th century?

<options>:
A They are more prejudiced and scrutinizing toward them
B They are more neutral and ambivalent toward them
C They are more inclusive and considerate toward them
D They are more empathetic and compassionate toward them

<answer>:

D