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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By WYMAN GUIN Illustrated by DICK FRANCIS [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Galaxy Science Fiction May 1956. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] males indulged and cared for all the children without reference to actual parenthood. sent an academic zoologist into hysterics lay there in the metabolic the volplas to use the fire drill and they were already utilizing the local grasses, vines and brush to build marvelously contrived tree bound. tearing down the animal rooms and lab building. The caretakers had anesthetized all the experimental mutants, and the metabolic accelerator and other lab equipment was being dismantled. I wanted nothing around that might connect the sudden appearance of the volplas with my property. It was already apparent that it would take the volplas only a few more weeks to learn their means of survival and develop an embryonic culture of their own. Then they could leave my ranch and the fun would be on. My wife got out of the car and looked around at the workmen hurrying "What?" to write a paper about my results." "That's what I "Turned them over to the university for further study," I lied. -yud." on the ranch. the clamp. Volplas at last. Three of them. Yet I had always been so sure I could create them that I had been calling them volplas for ten years. No, twelve. I glanced across the animal room to where old Nijinsky thrust old Nijinsky's elongated arms and his cousin's lateral skin folds had given me the idea of a flying mutant. cage. "Daddy?" "Yes?" "Don't you know ?" "Do you understand the word?" she is beautiful." She skated awkwardly between the rows of cages from which mutants with brown fur and blue fur, too much and too little fur, enormously long waved. Again in the laboratory, I entered the metabolic accelerator and limp little forms out to a mattress in the lab, two girls and a boy. The accelerator had forced them almost to adulthood in less than a "Lunch, dear." "From me, of course." "But you love me just the same." you?" I flipped a hamburger and a slice of onion onto a plate and picked up the ketchup and said, "I've reached the dangerous age." "Oh, good heavens!" looked across the rolling hills and oak woods of our ranch to where the Pacific shimmered. I thought, "All this and three volplas, too." I wiped the back of my hand across my mouth and said aloud, "Yes, sir, the dangerous age. And, lady, I'm going to have fun." direction. "You have lovely lips," I whispered. "Thanks. Yours deserve the Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval, too." Our son reared the new palomino I had just bought him for his fourteenth birthday and yelled down, "Unhand that maiden, Burrhead, or I thought, "By God, wouldn't he have a fit if he knew what I have back there in that lab! Wouldn't they all!" Mother . Why?" "Because, dear, I said so." "Is that any reason for wearing clothes? Look at him. He's a young man sooner than already." "Well, if you feel that way about it, they'll both have to start since you came out of the lab." "I told you—" "Oh, not that again! You were dangerous at any age." She shook her head. "Did I say you are eccentric ?" I grinned. "Forgive me if I eat and run, dear. Something in the lab can't wait." The fact was that I had something more in the lab than I had bargained They were also much faster than had been their predecessors in organizing their nervous activity after the slumbrous explosion of growth in the metabolic accelerator. When I returned to the lab, they golden down. Where it was bare of this golden fur, the skin was pink. On their heads and across the shoulders of the male stood a shock of fur as soft as chinchilla. The faces were appealingly humanoid, except spars had been common to the basic colony for years and were the result of serial mutations effecting those greatly elongated fifth fingers that had first appeared in Nijinsky. No longer jointed like a finger, them in a most humanlike way. They were active, curious, playful and decidedly amorous. Their humanoid qualities were increasingly apparent. There was a lumbar He said, "'Ello, 'ello." Cloud Nine and he wants to celebrate." would laugh. would conclude, "I am convinced that they have a language and speak it and ask, "Where have these aliens come from?" The government would reluctantly admit the facts. Linguists would observe at close quarters Volpla wisdom would become a cult—and of all forms of comedy, cults, I think, are the funniest. patience. "What? Sure. Certainly." "You didn't hear a word. You just sit there and grin into space." She "No," I answered. "Should I?" "What broadcast?" "From the rocket." "Rocket?" broadcasts." martinis for our friends. Then we sat down and drank the cocktails and the kids had fruit juice and we watched the broadcast Guy had tuned in. Some joker from Cal Tech was explaining diagrams of a multi-stage rocket. After a bit, I got up and said, "I have something out in the lab I want to check on." The scene had changed to a desert launching site. There was old Guy himself explaining that when he pressed the button before him, the ?" would map behind him. "From this position, the telemeter known as Rocket Charlie will be broadcasting scientific data for several months. But now, ladies and it's always been pictured. A mechanical voice cut in. "This is Rocket Charlie saying, 'Hello, Earth,' from my position in Mare Serenitatis. First I will pan the Menelaus Mountains for fifteen seconds. Then I will focus my camera on Earth for five seconds." The camera began to move and the mountains marched by, stark and upright third stage appeared in the foreground. Abruptly the camera made a giddy swing, focused a moment, and we were looking at Earth. At that time, there was no Moon over California. It "This is Rocket Charlie saying, 'Good-by, Earth.'" Well, when that screen went dead, there was pandemonium around our once. I used the metabolic accelerator to cut the volplas' gestation down to I had devised the language for them, using Basic English as my model, accelerator, I taught the language to the males. They spoke it softly little skulls a bit. My wife and the kids went down to Santa Barbara for a week and I took the opportunity to slip the oldest of the males and his two females out of the lab. I put them in the jeep beside me and drove to a secluded little valley They kept me busy relating their words for "tree," "rock," "sky" to the Until I had them out in the open country, it had been impossible to appreciate fully what lovely little creatures they were. They blended perfectly with the California landscape. Occasionally, when they raised their arms, the spars would open and spread those glorious planes. Almost two hours went by before the male made it into the air. His Chronicle motored out into the hills to witness this! dancing along the hillside grass. It was as if he had been flying a thousand years and was bringing antique wisdom to bear. "I can get up there. I can stay for a while. How long will they be in the tree?" "Chances are they won't stay long. Keep your eye on the tree in case where the doves rested. I heard their mourning from the oak tree. It eat this?" here in this woods until they're ready to leave." his wonder. "You say we came from there?" stars?" "That's right." "Which star?" I glanced about and presently pointed over a tree. "From Venus." Then I realized I had blundered by passing him an English name. "In your

<question>:
What university is the narrator affiliated with?

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A Associated Technical College
B Institute of Technology Inc
C Modern Institute of Technology
D California Institute of Technology

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D