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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just wanted to get back his memory—and the methods he used were gently hellish, from the viewpoint of the others.... learned of it the same way. Pop didn't Pop Young was the one known Sattell undoubtedly dealt with it fully in his desperate writings back to Earth. Pop matter-of-factly tended the said that no normal man could do it, and mentioned the scar of a ghastly head-wound to explain his ability. One man partly guessed the secret, but only partly. His name was Sattell and he had reason not to talk. Pop Young alone knew the mind on Sattell—he found fresh incidents The shack and the job he filled were located in the medieval notion of the physical appearance of hell. By day the environment was heat and torment. By night—lunar night, of course, and lunar day—it was frigidity Pop received the stores and from Earth, on a voyage equal to rather more than a thousand times Pop didn't even ask. gaping rocky fault which stretches nine hundred miles, jaggedly, over the side of the Moon that Earth splendidly. And its fumes were merely more CO Pop continued to search absorbedly memory. Sattell still seemed necessary, missing portions of his life that Sattell He thought often of Sattell, down fresh, and all sorts of things to make life possible for men under if not and then over-corrected again. It was an altogether clumsy landing. happily tell himself that it feels delicious. But Sattell couldn't comfort himself Pop made his way toward it in had to be knocked cold and shipped out unconscious. They'd been underground—and in low gravity—long enough to be utterly unable to face Sattell got the shakes when he thought of Pop, and Pop rather it with what—say—Sattell might have written with desperate plausibility about greasy-seeming white Sattell. The facts spoke for themselves. about Pop Young's shack in cannisters crystals out of the mine, knocking what had happened to his wife and children. They'd been murdered open, and Pop reached up and gave no longer remember. He met Sattell quite by accident. Sattell looked familiar. Pop eagerly tried to ask him questions. And Sattell turned gray grinned savagely at Pop. He held a seen Pop before. Pop's middle. "Don't come in!" he said mockingly. to Pop that the sight of Sattell had about how you are. This isn't social. "And I don't give a damn though, and he hunted up Sattell quite take it in. "This," snapped the red-headed man abruptly, "is a stickup!" Nowadays, by the Big Crack, Pop wasn't so insistent on seeing Sattell, Pop simply gaped. He couldn't And Sattell went into panic when Sattell helped bring back. Pop was Pop's eyes went through the inner Pop gazed at the plastic, snarling. He slashed Pop across the face with the barrel of his weapon. It drew blood. It was wanton, savage brutality. "Pay attention!" snarled the red-headed man. "A stickup, I said! Get Pop said numbly: "What the therefore, he wanted to hurt. "Move!" he rasped. "I want the Tell Sattell I'm here and he can He leaned forward. His face was only inches from Pop Young's. It frozen solid, though in sunlight. At such times Pop hardly thought of Sattell. He knew he had plenty Sattell knowing what had happened smashes it! We burn you down! Then we swing over the cable of them at all. But Sattell stirred struck cruelly again at Pop Young's recover a good deal. When Sattell face. He seemed filled with fury, at savagery due to terror. But, of course, Pop was helpless to resent When Sattell frenziedly tried to deny Moon and the mention of Sattell's Pop had come to remember both his by the edge of the Big Crack. Pop Even when Sattell—whimpering—signed sure that Sattell was the man who'd killed his family. If so, Sattell had profited by less than two days' pay for wiping out everything that Pop possessed. But Pop wanted it back. He couldn't prove Sattell's guilt. he didn't really want Sattell to die. If he did, there'd be no way to recover Somehow, the mention of Sattell had more lost memories. odd fancies about Sattell. There was detail. He knew Sattell. That part was simple. Sattell had planned this nearly filled up a three-gallon cannister with greasy-seeming white sometimes Pop wondered if Sattell more than two men—with Sattell as mine's production. If he would kill a woman and two children and think he'd killed a man for no more than a hundred dollars, what enormity would he commit for a three-gallon ever thought of the value of the message he'd been told to pass on. presently. Otherwise the ship on the landing strip would destroy shack "I'd guess," said Pop painstakingly, "that Sattell figured it out. He's won't." dead and the shacks smashed and the cable burnt through, they'll be back on Earth long before a new But not Pop. He'd come to the was here. Near Sattell, he found tell Sattell a thing about it, if I were dearly. And when he was near Sattell grisly humor—Pop didn't even hate Sattell. He simply wanted to be near Pop regarded his drawings meditatively. It's business!" "That stair-rail," he said in deep satisfaction. "That'll do it!" He tore bed linen from his bunk repeated violent changes of temperature. So a thermware-lined cannister in balance. He poured the frigid, Outside the shack, jagged stony pinnacles reared in the starlight, and craters complained of the bombardment how a child had looked while sleeping, Sattell, he suddenly recovered a completely some fifteen years before. He remembered with astonishment that truthful likeness. The sun rose, and baked the abomination of desolation which was Pop reflected hungrily that it was the moonscape. Pop Young meticulously permanent and to extend it— If it had not been for his vacuum suit and the cannister he carried, Pop clearly when he thought of Sattell, so by keeping Sattell in mind he recovered whether Sattell ever thought of millions shook and trembled. Pop said calmly: hoist, if Sattell's coming up from There was no purpose in the sketching, save that he'd lost all his young manhood through a senseless contents should weigh a hundred pounds on Earth. "Any tricks," he rasped, "and you occupation made it absurdly easy to "Yeah," said Pop. Sattell had no such device for adjusting to the lunar state of things. Living on the Moon was bad enough live on the surface of the far side of was recovering it bit by bit. The much worse. Sattell clearly remembered yet recalled. He considered that Pop had made no overt attempt to revenge himself because he planned some retaliation so horrible and lingering that it was worth waiting for. He came to hate Pop with an insane shack. There was the most luridly bright on top of the other psychotic states normal to a Moon-colonist. kill Pop. He had no chance—and he He wrote with the desperate, impassioned, frantic blend of persuasion Pop didn't wait. He searched bore directly upon Pop Young and Sattell and Pop Young's missing "Don't do a thing," advised Pop. to do with Pop or with Sattell. But where he'd been restricted to drawing pictures of his wife and children in order to recover memories of worked, he'd think of Sattell, because parts Sattell had managed to get Sattell had committed. He felt, somehow, that he wouldn't get that back until he'd recovered all the rest. Gloating, it was amusing to remember what people used to call that! THE END Transcriber's Note: Astounding Science Fiction September

<question>:
Which term best describes Sattell's attitude toward Pop?

<options>:
A condescending
B frenetic
C aggrieved
D repugnant

<answer>:

C