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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psychologists to relieve tension. And—despite the treatment, Joe Joe's table. The girl counted the money, then placed it in her purse. Joe noticed "Tell you later." He gulped the remainder of his drink, almost pouring it down his throat. "Hey. You trying to make yourself sick?" "Not sick. Drunk. Been trying to get drunk all afternoon." As the liquor settled in his stomach, he waited for the warm glow. But the because employers know they're good workers. glow didn't come ... the bartender had watered his drink again. "Trying to get drunk?" the girl inquired. "Are you crazy?" "No. It's simple. If I get drunk, I can join the AAA and get free room and board for a month while they give me a treatment." It was easy enough to understand, he reflected, but a lot harder to do. The CPA robot bartenders saw to it that anyone got high if they wanted, but comparatively few got drunk. Each bartender could not only mix drinks but could also judge by a man's actions and speech when he was on the verge of drunkenness. At the proper time—since drunkenness was illegal—a bartender always watered the drinks. Joe had tried dozens of times in dozens of bars to outsmart them, but had always failed. And in all of New York's millions, there had been only a hundred cases of intoxication during the previous year. Unlawful to strike someone except in self-defense . Joe's face reddened as Hendricks proceeded to call him a series of As an answer, Joe handed her his CPA ID card. She grunted when she The girl laughed. "If you're that hard up, I don't know if I should Unlawful to curse . He had never heard how the treatment prevented an Ex from committing a take this fifty or not. Why don't you go out and get a job like Unlawful to divulge CPA procedure . "See what I mean?" Hendricks asked. "A century ago, you would have been a group of teen-agers scrambled to the dance floor. "I think it's a lousy, filthy system." Joe's head was still tingling blackmail, rape, arson, and drunkenness had originated the CPA—Crime Prevention Association. There were no longer any prisons—CPA officials had declared loudly and emphatically that their job was to prevent crime, not punish it. And prevent it they did, with thousands of ingenious crime-prevention devices and methods. They had made crime almost impossible, and during the previous year, only a few hundred men in the whole country had been convicted of criminal acts. "Let me out!" Joe grabbed at the door and was on the sidewalk, slamming He wanted to spit his contempt, but the increasingly familiar pain and voice prevented him. It was unlawful to spit on a sidewalk. here, tell 'em I tried to rape you." The plan was perfect, he told himself. Attempted rape was one of the few things that was a crime merely because a man attempted it. A crime because it theoretically inflicted psychological injury upon the intended victim—and because millions of women voters had voted it a crime. On the other hand, attempted murder, robbery, kidnapping, etc., were not crimes. They weren't crimes because the DCT didn't complete the act, and if he didn't complete the act, that meant simply that the CPA had once again functioned properly. "What's the matter?" Joe complained. "I'm not asking you to do anything Joe discovered to his dismay that the girl was telling the truth when "I processed her while you were out cold. She left. Joe, you—" "Okay," Joe said. "I'll save you the trouble. I admit it. Attempted rape. I confess." Joe listened numbly to his voice as it came from one of the hundreds of slouched in a chair. "Give me your CPA ID." had collapsed beneath him. Conspiracy to commit a crime wasn't a crime. Anyone could conspire. And if the conspirators were prevented from committing a crime, then that meant the CPA had functioned properly once again. That meant the CPA had once again prevented crime, and the CPA didn't punish crimes or attempted crimes, and it didn't attempt to prevent crimes by punishment. If it did, that would be a violation of the New Civil Rights. and they're bored. Then Mr. Jones says, 'Let's go watch this Joe at Walt's Tavern. "So they go there and they sit and drink and watch you, trying not did prevent you from committing a crime, they'd get a nice reward and they'd be famous." "Lay off," Joe said. "I got a headache. That girl—" "Lay off!" Joe squirmed in the chair. He'd been lectured by Hendricks before and Joe couldn't stand the breath in his face any longer. He rose and paced Joe eyed the huge man suspiciously. " "I couldn't leave if I wanted to," Joe said. "I'm flat broke. Thanks to Joe waved the money away. "Listen, why don't you do me a favor? Why crime." "Can't do it. Convicting a man of a crime he didn't commit is a violation of Civil Rights and a crime in itself." "Umm." make me go?" "Violation of Civil Rights." "Damn it, there must be some way you can help me! We both want the same thing. We both want to see me convicted of a crime." thirst. There's a water cooler in the next room." Joe stared at the door to the adjoining office as it closed behind the When Hendricks came back, Joe said, "Thanks." "Huh? Thanks for what? I didn't do anything." When Joe reached the street, he hurried toward the nearest subway. As a for someone to say the wrong thing. Everything the microphones picked Arson was next to impossible because of the heat-detectors—devices placed in every building that could detect, radarlike, any intensity of heat above that caused by a cigarette lighter. Chemical research had made poisoning someone an impossibility. There were no drugs containing anything else, the below-perception words CRIME IS FILTH. It was monotonous and, after a while, a person looked at the words and evidently he didn't want to pay for installation. When Joe entered the cubbyhole, he had to stand to one side in order to it was a place where a man could fall down at night and sleep, but where no normal man could live day after day. Fearing that someone might detect him before he actually committed the crime, Joe hurried to the bureau and searched it. He broke out in a sweat when he found nothing but underwear and old crime, but the newspapers would splash satirical headlines. Instead of being respected as a successful criminal, he would be ridiculed. He stopped sweating when he found a watch under a pile of underwear. Chuckling with joy, he opened the window and shouted, " Thief! Police! Help! " When Joe was securely handcuffed to a seat inside the helicopter, the As Joe dressed, he searched his mind and tried to find some difference. During the treatment, he had been unconscious or drugged, unable to and he had, between operations, been locked in his room. stupid—" He laughed again and waved a hand at the crowd below them. "You think Joe didn't understand Hendricks completely, but the part he did It took half an hour to get through the crowd. Cameras clicked all In Hendricks' robot-chauffeured car, he ate the fudge and consoled Joe frowned. Few men had ever done him a favor and he had rarely done him the biggest favor of all, the man was denying it! "You robbed Gralewski's apartment," Hendricks said. "Gralewski is a CPA

<question>:
Why did the bartenders water down the Joe's drinks?

<options>:
A To avoid having to provide a room for anyone too drunk to leave.
B To avoid chaos in their establishments.
C To keep the patrons purchasing more and more.
D Drunkenness was illegal.

<answer>:

D