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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Joe Prantera called softly, "Al." The pleasurable, as it had in his own time. Oceans, mountains, and to a lesser extent, deserts, are fairly permanent even comfortable, Joe Prantera said impatiently, "The Prantera. "South America." "That's a helluva long way to go on a get." And he came out of it as quickly and completely as he'd gone in. He was in, he thought, a hospital and his first reaction was to think, "Mr. Prantera, this will probably some guy in stir?" "If I understand your idiom correctly, tough. With luck, the syndicate would get him off with a couple of years at you mean prison. There are no prisons in this era, Mr. Prantera." from just going into some bank, like, Joe stared. "No cops, no jails. What Quentin. stops anybody? What stops anybody "Mr. Prantera, there are no banks." Prantera began to sense an alienness—a "No banks! You gotta have banks!" "And no money to put in them. A door slid open in the wall in a Joe Prantera looked at the other The newcomer said, "You have undoubtedly been through a most harrowing sat in the living room of the latter's apartment, sipping a sparkling wine which seemed to be the prevailing to him." Joe Prantera wound it up to Temple-Tracy's apartment and, ah, dispose of him?" "Jest walk in, eh? You think I'm ... during what? He hadn't the "Heat?" "A gun, a gun. Ya think I'm stupid? I come to give it to him and he gives it to me instead." vaguest idea of what had happened. He was dressed in a hospital-type Joe Prantera scowled and said, "No, I am afraid not." "You think I'd be seen dead wearing this stuff? What is this, some religious crackpot hospital?" Reston-Farrell said, "I am afraid, Mr. Salviati-Prantera, that these are the only garments available. I suggest you look out the window there." enter his establishment and dispose of him. I assure you, he does not possess this was one of the fruitcakes. He looked out, however, not on the "See here, Mr. Prantera," Brett-James lawns and walks of a sanitarium but capital punishment, you must realize." "O.K. I still don't wanta get caught. What And for a moment again, Joe Prantera the rap these days, huh?" Joe scowled. "You said they didn't have no jails any more." "This is difficult for you to understand, I imagine," Reston-Farrell told him, "but, you see, we no longer punish Joe Prantera stared at him, said finally, flatly, "What's it all about?" to sink in. "You mean, like, no matter what they do? That's crazy. That took a long, unbelieving moment "The motivation for crime has been removed, Mr. Prantera," Reston-Farrell attempted to explain. "A of medical care. And, consequently, receives it." "You mean, like, if I steal a car or something, they just take me to a doctor?" Joe Prantera was unbelieving. "Why would anybody wish to steal give it to somebody?" "You will be turned over to a medical ever kill, Mr. Prantera." Prantera. He said very slowly, very and with a chainsmoker's nervousness. The other was heavier and more getting caught, don't you?" "Yes," Brett-James said evenly. "Mr. Prantera," Dr. Reston-Farrell "Well then, figure something else. upon a wide boulevard of what was some kind of pressure cooker. any other. Your treatment would be brief and painless, believe me." Joe said coldly, "And what happens to you guys? How do you know I But that didn't explain the view ... from yesteryear, Mr. Joseph Salviati-Prantera." obviously a populous city. won't rat on you?" Prantera, wouldn't it? The maternal Brett-James said gently, "The moment after you have accomplished so quick—" felt the depths of nausea. said softly. "We no longer have the other day, Mr. Prantera. Citizen of the question. "Mr. Prantera, of thirteen. However, mental maturity and adjustment is often not fully realized until thirty or even more. Indeed, it is sometimes never "What's it all about, huh?" is "Prepare yourself for somewhat of a shock, Mr. Prantera. You are no longer in Los Angeles—" "Ya think I'm stupid? I can see that." "I was about to say, Los Angeles of 1960. Mr. Prantera, we welcome you finds his recruits among the young." "O.K., so this guy is dangerous. You want him knocked off before he "I am afraid you have no alternative," Joe Prantera looked from one of us, what will you do? Mr. Prantera, "What'd'ya mean? I don't understand "Mr. Prantera, you are no longer in summa the big words you eggheads use, but I get by O.K." man in the street, Mr. Prantera. Only that once confused the race with their limitations as a means of communication." Mr. Prantera." "You mean there's no place in the Joe Prantera had never been exposed the rap was it wouldn't be too "You mean, like, I been asleep all that time?" Joe Prantera's mind suddenly reverted Reston-Farrell said, "Mr. Prantera, "That is correct." "Like hell you do. You think I'm Joe Prantera came abruptly to Prantera?" soft. "They are all dead, Mr. Prantera. Their children are all dead, and their grandchildren." Prantera's face, scowled and said Joe Prantera's mind whirled its confusion. Mr. Prantera. You were ... you ... transported Brett-James said, "Mr. Prantera, heavy around with wunna these. Otherwise, Prantera's irritation over this whole in some gutter with a lotta holes in you. What I'm doin', I'm askin' for a Chief, you're gunna wind up windows. He looked out, as though unseeing. Then, his back turned, he said, "We have tried, but it is simply not in us, Mr. Prantera." "No, if by that you mean afraid. It is simply not within us to take the life of a fellow creature—not to speak "Mr. Prantera, in your own era, did The heavy-set man paused a moment. "Yes, like that," he repeated. "That we confront you now indicates most surely would have destroyed itself. Wars? Our pedagogues are hard at ease. They were both, Joe estimated, minimum of toil. Overnight, for all practical purposes, the whole world was industrialized, automated. The found, Mr. Prantera, that it is difficult for a man to be free so long as others are still enslaved. Today the democratic ethic has reached a pinnacle me? I'd wind up in the gas chamber "O.K., O.K.," Joe Prantera growled. from the window. "What's that suppose to mean?" "Mr. Prantera, have you ever heard of Caesar?" Joe Prantera scowled at him emptily. They are genii in their way, Mr. Prantera, a little ambitious, like, eh? And you guys ain't got the guts to give it to him. O.K. What's in it for me?" Brett-James said to Joe Prantera, would have been forfeit, Mr. Prantera." Mr. Prantera, we have already told shrinker, eh? No thanks, Buster. I'm going back to my own—" Mr. Prantera. Time travel works but Joe Prantera had been rocking Joe Prantera on a job was thorough.

<question>:
What is Prantera referring to when he mentions 'Quentin'?

<options>:
A a target
B an asylum
C an associate
D a prison

<answer>:

D