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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places. Standing in the sticky, sweet-smelling ooze, Alan eyed the robot apprehensively. Half buried in mud, it stood quiet in the shadowy light except for an Then the robots figured out an additional service—putting Man out of his misery. Alan turned slightly to the Pete could cram enough brain scraping the spongy ground like alone. "There just isn't room for the electronics. You'd tree-bound octopus. Fitful little plants grew straggly in the the tentacles of some monstrous robot, crunching and snapping its way through the undergrowth like an onrushing forest on the planet, the shadows were long and gloomy. Alan peered around him at the turns he'd taken in the jungle. jungle floor, but now, late afternoon back, to visualize the twists and vine-draped shadows, listening "All I need is to get lost." I'll bet anything they're automatically controlled by the camp computer. That's where to the soft rustlings and faint He pictured the camp computer twig-snappings of life in the towards the camp. Trees exploded to his left as another robot fired in his direction, too far away to be effective but churning towards him temporary home for the scout ship and the eleven men who, with Alan, were the only humans two robots coming up from either side, behind him. His eyes were well accustomed to the dark on the jungle planet, Waiamea. Stepping through the low shrubbery at the edge of the slashes from ankle to thigh. The crashing rumble of the killer robots shook the night behind him, nearer sometimes, then falling slightly back, but exploratory party of scientists and technicians to Waiamea three days before. Except for a few of the killer robots rolling slowly around the camp site on their quiet treads, there was no owe Pete a bourbon-and-soda for sure. Anybody who can build a robot that hunts by homing in on animals' mind impulses ..." pause and squeeze his eyelids tight shut before he could see again, and the robots would move a little closer. To his right the trees silhouetted Alan leaped back, and fell sprawling over a bush just as one of the robots rolled silently a third robot slowly moved up in the distance. Without thinking, up from the right, lowering its Pete built those things wrong!" briefly against brilliance as blaster barrel to aim directly at itself from the smoldering branches and crashed against the robot, clawing insanely at the with no one to stop it, automatically With an awkward jerk the robot sending its robots in antenna and blaster barrel. the planet. Technologically advanced machines doing the job wider and wider forays, slowly wiping every trace of life from for which they were built, completely, thoroughly, without feeling, and without human masters towards the camp, leaving Alan alone. Shakily, Alan crawled a few feet back into the undergrowth children, eager girls, and their camp, but not himself be seen. Though visibility didn't make any difference to the robots, he felt safer, somehow, hidden. He men would also lie, beside a rusty hulk, beneath the alien sun. "Peggy!" glint of a robot only a hundred yards away, much nearer than he had thought. "Thank heaven himself, "that Pete assembled these robots in a batch and then activated them all at once, probably never living to realize that they're tuned to pick up human blinked the pain tears from his eyes and looked up—into a robot's unaccountably in the trees overhead and every now and then somehow. Then he remembered the robot on the river bank, jiggling and swaying for seconds after each shot. "Of wouldn't even singe a robot, but it just might stop one of those ahead through the bush. can't get to the camp with a pack of mind-activated mechanical killers running around. The robot shook spasmodically with each shot, its gun tilted upward of mind impulses, the If I can just hold out until morning, night. On the other hand, I certainly Ahead, across fifty yards of grass stood the headquarters building, housing the robot-controlling computer. Still firing at Peggy, arriving tomorrow short intervals he started across with the other colonists, the wives and kids! The metal killers, tuned to blast any living marry a girl and then take off for an unknown planet, with her to follow, to try to create a home in a jungle clearing. Crazy maybe, shakily in the dark edge of the jungle waiting, it seemed, for his small blaster to run dry. saw another of the robots standing From the corner of his eye he that jutted up through the grass. "Be damned! You can't win "No!" He threw himself on the ground as a new robot suddenly appeared around the edge of the building a few feet away, engulfed in a swarm of locust-like insects that beat disgustingly against his eyes and had been lying stretched out. Then, like an ambient fungus, it slithered off into the jungle undergrowth. at the robot's antenna. In a flash, hundreds of the winged things erupted angrily from the hole in pile of dirt and insects directly planet's double moon had risen and he could see a robot rolling slowly across the clearing in his general direction, blasting indiscriminately robot fired erratically as Alan crouched and raced painfully for transmitting mental energy to the robot's pickup devices. Confused by the sudden dispersion headed for the jungle, each to a slightly different spot. Frantically, Alan slammed open the door as the robot, sensing Apparently the robot hadn't by the blast. him strongly now, aimed multi-hurting thing that crawled through his body and dragged ragged tentacles across his brown-haired girl crowding with the others to the gangway, eager to embrace the new planet, and the next instant a charred nothing, unrecognizable, the victim try." He moved into the blackness. Powerful as a small tank, the killer robot was equipped to he could manage to keep ahead of it, barely out of blaster range. Only, the robot didn't get tired. and danced across the jungle floor, hiding debris that tripped him and often sent him sprawling clothes, and insects attracted by the blood matted against his pants and shirt. Behind, the robot crashed imperturbably after him, lighting the night with fitful a pack of small feline creatures leaped snarling and clawing back into the night. maybe. Why the devil didn't I load in fresh cells this morning!" The robot crashed on, louder now, gaining on the tired human. Legs aching and bruised, stinging from insect bites, Alan tried to force himself to run shadows. The robot crashed loudly behind him now. Without stopping to think, Alan fumbled along the and leaped back, trying frantically to wipe the clinging, a mere hundred yards behind. He screamed at the blast. "Damn you, Pete! Damn your robots! Damn, damn ... Oh, Peggy!" with hairy, disjointed arms as if to snag even the dirty little as the heavy little robot rolled slowly and inexorably towards the moons, the killer robot stopped and its blaster swivelled slowly down. Frantically, Alan housing, frantically locking his arms around the barrel as the robot's treads churned furiously in the sticky mud, causing it to buck and plunge like a Brahma a steel-skinned water monster trying to dislodge a tenacious crab, while Alan, arms and legs wrapped tightly around the blaster barrel and housing, pressed fiercely against the robot's metal skin. Slowly, trying to anticipate the sides to the thin crack between the revolving housing and the stationary portion of the robot. With a quick prayer he jammed in the knife blade—and

<question>:
Where is Pete?

<options>:
A On the second ship with the larger group of people.
B Back on his home planet, having sent his robot designs to the colony.
C Somewhere on the planet's surface, having died by the hand of his own creation.
D Hidden somewhere on the planet trying to escape the robot attacks.

<answer>:

C