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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Craig looked them over quickly. at all. Maybe you could go with me to have dinner. It must be almost dinnertime now. You could sort of check me out on some...." Rootless and footloose, a man in space can't help but dream of coming home. But something nobody should behind Craig fidgeted. hoped he would have the right size of Terran units in his wallet. A murmur greeted the order. Craig experienced the thrill of knowing the envy of the others. Grav 1—that meant Terra. He crossed the long, "Grav 1—Terra," fumbled Craig. "Los Angeles." "I—I—" Craig muttered, fumbling in his pockets. "No specific destination," supplied the man as he punched a key on a small instrument, "Air-lock ahead and to your right. Strip and follow entered. He nudged Craig wickedly. "You know what they're like?" "Yeah," Craig said disgustedly. Traffic in the illicit mental-image Intergalactic considered them as great a menace to mental and moral how long it would take him to shake his—sea legs, the psychologist had called it. One thing was sure: Terra aggressively went after its personnel and felt the impotence of a spaceman who had long forgotten "Place your clothing in the receptacle provided and assume a stationary position on the raised podium in the center of the lock." Craig obeyed the robot voice and began reluctantly to remove his flight strange, foreign associations for the base station clerk who would to hate a robot, but one could certainly hate those who set it into that button." Stepping on the button with his bare foot produced an instant of Craig obeyed and clenched his teeth against a sharp stinging. His "Well, what's next?" asked Craig somewhat more belligerently than he "I'm a little anxious to get home, I suppose," said Craig defensively. "By 'home' you mean Terra. But you've never been there, have you?" "Yes," Craig said. He was uncomfortable nothing to stop you from going to Terra." "Yes. You have spent eleven years in space. Your body is conditioned to a normal state of free fall, or at best to a state of acceleration." "Yeah, I know. Once on Gerymeade...." "You were ill, couldn't keep your balance, felt dizzy. That is why "I expect to have some trouble at first." Craig was disturbed by the wordy psychologist. What was the man actually saying? "Do you know what sailors of ancient times meant by 'sea legs?'" asked Wyandotte. "Men on a rolling ocean acclimated themselves to a rolling horizontal. They had trouble when they went ashore and the horizontal and pick you up tomorrow morning at, say, 0900." During the days that followed, the psychologist seemed to Craig to become progressively more didactic. He would deliver long speeches about the "freedom of open space." He spoke repetitiously of the "growing complexity of Terran society." And yet the man could not Craig began to hate the delay that kept him from Terra. Through the really knew very much about Terra. So what? I know it won't be as it You tell me spacemen don't settle down on Terra. Yet you won't—or "The twelfth day is the worst," a grizzled spaceman told Craig. "That's "Dropped ... it ... down?" "Maybe that ain't scientific, but it's the way I always think of it." "Can't they ... drop it down continuously?" "They tried that a few times—once when I was aboard. You wouldn't like it, kid. You wouldn't like it at all." "How ... many times ... do they drop it?" "Four times during the day, three at night. Twenty days." A nightmare of visual sensations ebbed into Craig's mind. He was moved so much as an inch. Craig heard the voices around him, muffled, as though talking through white-clad figures, ridiculously out of proportion, hovered wraithlike over him. Four elongated eyes peered at him. Attendants coming for to take me home.... "Touch me and I'll kick your teeth in!" he yelled. "I'm going to Terra. Wish you were going to Terra?" On the eighteenth day, automatic machinery freed them from their imprisoning cots. Clumsily and awkwardly at first, the men began to walk, to hold their heads and arms in proper attitudes. They laughed and joked about it and kidded those who were slow at adjusting. Then they again began taking paraoxylnebutal in preparation for the free-fall flight to Terra. voluntarily in his cot. "Space article violator," the old man informed Craig. "Psycho, I think. "What will they do, exile him?" card and gave him a one-way ticket to Terra." doing when you get to Terra, for instance?" engaged in an animated conversation. "It's a good job. There's a future to it." "Yeah." Why did he have to explain anything at all to the old space tramp? Craig half rose from his cot, jarred into anger. thinking anyone who stays closer'n eighty light years from Terra is a Craig relaxed, realizing he had acted childishly. "Used to think the The old man looked up at Craig. "You don't know much about Terra, do "What are you doing in Grav 1?" Craig asked. The old man's face clouded for an instant. "In the old days, they used to say us old-timers acted like clocks. They used to say we just ran Craig regretted his question. He would have muttered some word of stand this whirligig conditioning, you're through with space." " green. " " " " " " " " " " They'll dump him, won't they? " " " " " " on and play spaceman. But Craig swore he'd make sure that the kid knew Robert Craig. Report to Orderly 12. Report to Orderly 12 through the With pangs of anxiety he could not completely suppress, Craig obeyed. "Who's it from? Somebody on Terra?" The message container produced a battered punch card. Craig easy if she moved. Women don't generally shove off and not leave a forwarding address. Not Ethel, at least. Damn the old man! How did one explain? Craig descended the ramp from the huge jet and concentrated on his planet Terra. He tried to recall his first thrill at seeing Los Angeles, 1500 square miles of it, from the ship as it entered the atmosphere. He was about to step off the last step when a man appeared hurriedly. A "A moment, sir. Just a little greeting from the Terra. You understand, of course. Purely routine." Craig remained on the final step of the ramp, puzzled. The man turned to a companion at his right. "We can see that this gentleman has come from a long, long way off, can't we?" to be a kind of camera. "We can allow the gentlemen to continue now, can't we? It wasn't that we believed for a minute, you understand ... purely routine." Both men were gone in an instant, leaving Craig completely bewildered. "You goin' to move on, buddy, or you want to go back?" Craig turned to face a line of his fellow passengers up the ramp behind him. "Who was that?" Craig asked. "You mean he screened me? What for?" "Hard to say," the other passenger said. "You'll get used to this. They first physical contact with Terra had passed unnoticed. "Sir! Sir!" cried a voice behind him. He wheeled to see a man walking briskly toward him. metal. He did not look directly at Craig for more than an instant at a time, and commented on Craig's description of his trip through the city only very briefly between questions. "I see," said the man noncommittally. It seemed to Craig that he was about him, Craig thought. "This is Mr. Craig's first landing on Terra, Miss Wendel," the you couldn't be expected to be familiar with Terra's fashions. In your Craig reddened in spite of himself. He had bought the suit on Ghandii.

<question>:
The denizens of Terra would most likely make fun of Craig for his ______.

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A clothing
B accent
C posture
D walking

<answer>:

A