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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A PLANET NAMED JOE There were more Joes on Venus than you could shake Polk to scan the planet for a guy named Joe. For example, he could have chosen a Second Looie for the job on Venus. his fingers. He held them up in front of him like a cathedral. "Yes, sir," I said. "It will involve finding one man, a Venusian native." I wanted to say, "Then why the hell don't you send a green kid on way he'd treated the natives on Mars ever since he'd taken over there. Which brought to mind an important point. "I always figured Venus was under the jurisdiction of Space III, sir. I thought our activities were confined to Mars." "Mmmm," he said, "yes, that's true. But this is a special job. It so happens this Venusian is the one man who can help us understand just what's happening on Mars." I tried to picture a Venusian understanding Mars and I didn't get very far. them to him in one word: Walsh. I had to laugh at the way he called it "revolt." It had been going on for six months now and we'd lost at least a thousand men from Space II. Revolt. "And this man is on Venus now?" I asked for confirmation. I'd never been to Venus, being in Space II ever since I'd left the Moon run. It was just like Walsh to ship me off to a strange place. "Yes, Major," he said. "This man is on Venus." At the Academy he had called me Fred. That was before I'd reported him for sleeping on Boiler Watch. He'd goofed off on a pile of uranium "Joe." A tight smile played on his face. "Joe what?" I asked. "Just Joe." "Just Joe?" like Joe. Among the natives, I mean." any of the other Venusians, so I can't give you much help there. He does have a peculiar habit, though." "What's that?" "He has an affinity for Terran cigarettes." Venus was hotter than I'd expected it to be. Much too hot for the tunic I was wearing. It smelled, too. A funny smell I couldn't place. Like a mixture of old shoe and after-shave. There were plants everywhere "Call me Joe," he said. simple assignment after all. "I sure am glad to see you, Joe," I said. him. "You've got the wrong number," he said, and I was a little surprised at his use of Terran idiom. "You are Joe, aren't you? Joe the trader?" "I'm Joe, all right," he said. "Only thing I ever traded, though, was a wondering just how I should go about contacting the Joe I was looking "Where's the Officer's Club?" I asked the Venusian. "Are you buying information or are you just curious?" "Call me Joe," he answered. "Joe," he said again. "You wouldn't happen to be Joe the trader? The guy who knows all about Joe. contemptible.... "What are you drinking, pal?" the Venusian asked again. "Skip it," I said. "How do I get to the captain's shack?" "Follow your nose, pal. Can't miss it." I started to pick up my bag as another Venusian entered. He waved at the bartender. "Hello, Joe," he said. "How's it going?" great gag. Very funny. Very.... "You Major Polk, sweetheart?" the Venusian who'd just come in asked. "Sir?" the Venusian asked. some, please?" "Sure thing," the Venusian answered. He smiled broadly and closed the Another Joe "Steal what?" I asked. "Cigarettes. I sometimes think the cigarette is one of the few things they like about Terran culture." He does have a peculiar habit, though. He has an affinity for Terran cigarettes. Cigarettes "What's with all this Joe business? It may be a very original name but waited for his explanation. "I hadn't realized this was your first time on Venus," he said. "Is there a local hero named Joe?" I asked. "No, no, nothing like that," he assured me. "It's a simple culture, you "I can see that," I said bitingly. "And the natives are only now becoming acquainted with Terran culture. Lots of enlisted men, you know." are a simple, almost childish people. It appealed to them—the Joe business, I mean. Now they're all Joe. They like it. That and the cigarettes." He cleared his throat and looked at me apologetically as if he were personally responsible for Venusian culture. In fact, he looked as if he were responsible for having put Venus in the heavens in the first place. "Do you understand, Major? Just a case of extended idiom, that's all." Bransten asked a Venusian named Joe to show me my quarters, reminding One: I could say the hell with Walsh and Venus. That would mean hopping the next ship back to Earth. It would also mean disobeying the direct order of a superior officer. Two: I could assume there really was a guy name Joe somewhere in that jungle, a Joe separate and apart from the other Joes on this planet, a trader Joe who knew the Martians well. I could always admit failure, of really find a guy who was trader Joe. life. Maybe there was a Joe here who could help us on Mars. If there was I'd try to find him. It was still a hell of a trick though. I cursed Walsh again and pushed the buzzer near my bed. A tall Venusian stepped into the room. "Joe?" I asked, just to be sure. into the jungle. Can you get me one?" "It'll cost you, boss," the Venusian said. "How much?" "Fine, fine," I said impatiently. And the Captain had said they were almost a childish people! "His name is Joe," the Venusian told me. "Best damn guide on the planet. Take you anywhere you want to go, do anything you want to do. Courageous. Doesn't know the meaning of fear. I've known him to...." "Skip it," I said, cutting the promotion short. "Tell him to show up around fifteen hundred with a complete list of what we'll need." The Venusian started to leave. just have to traipse through the jungle looking for a guy named Joe on a planet where everyone was named Joe. Everybody, at least, but the Captain, the small garrison attached to the Station, and me. I began wondering why Walsh had gone to so much trouble to get rid of Sending me off on a wild goose chase after a character named Joe may The guide arrived at fifteen hundred on the dot. He was tall, elongated, looked almost like all the other Venusians I'd seen so far. "I understand you need a Grade A guide, sir," he said. "Are you familiar with the jungle?" I asked him. "Joe," he said. "Didn't you know?" Everybody was Joe. It was one beautiful, happy, joyous round of that would give a momentary lift to my own depressed state of mind. He would talk for hours on end as we hacked our way through the jungle. "I like Venus," he said once. "I would never leave it." "Have you ever been to Earth?" I asked. "No," Joe replied. "I like Terrans too, you understand. They are good for Venus. And they are fun." "Fun?" I asked, thinking of a particular species of Terran: species Leonard Walsh. say about the natives. Apparently he'd realized that Joe was a native.

<question>:
What is the origin of the name Joe on Venus?

<options>:
A The Venusians use “Joe” as an idiom, referring to friends and family as Joe, even though that is not their given Venusian name.
B Terrans use the term “Joe” to refer to each other. The Venusians took the idiom literally and adopted it in earnest as the global name.
C There is a Venusian hero named Joe, prompting all Venusians to take the name.
D Venusians are required by Terrans to use the name as a sign of enslavement.

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B