Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
Linton lay down his steel fork beside the massively solid transparency Linton remembered. Howell had to know that he would remember. What were they trying to pull on him? "The man who isn't Snead is leaving," Linton said, describing the scene over Howell's shoulder. "If that's "No," Howell said, "I wouldn't do that." "Snead came to Greta's funeral. It's the least I could do." "Who? Oh, the man who looked like Snead, you mean." "Yes," Linton said. intimately against Linton's own chair. "That fellow who just left looked like a friend of yours, huh?" the "Couldn't have been him, though," Linton answered automatically. "My friend's dead." you've probably got old Snead into trouble." "Snead's dead," Linton said. "What do you say it like that for?" Linton demanded angrily. "The Linton had thought he had known how death was. He had buried his wife, sincerely felt to be a genuine affection for Greta. Even after they had let him out of the asylum as cured, he still secretly believed he had known a genuine affection for her. But it didn't seem he knew about death at all. Linton felt that his silence was asking Howell by this time. I suppose he might have been resurrected." "Who by?" Linton asked, thinking: God? "The Mafia, I guess. Who knows who runs it?" "You mean, somebody has invented a way to bring dead people back to He knew, of course, that Howell did not mean that. Howell meant that some people had a system of making it appear that a person had died patently ridiculous, Linton hoped to bring the contradicting truth to "But it's wonderful," Linton said, thinking his immediate thoughts. "I don't understand," Linton said helplessly. it up if everybody got resurrected when they died, wouldn't they?" "I don't understand," Linton complained. "Why haven't I heard about it?" "I see," Linton said. trying to trick him. They used to do that to see if he was really well. But the temptation was too strong. "Tell me, Howell, where could I find a resurrectionist?" Howell looked away. "Frank, I don't have anything to do with that kind of people and if you're smart, you'll not either." Linton's fingers imprinted the linen. "Damn you, Howell, you tell me!" you feel welcome back to the society of your fellows after being in the hospital for a nervous breakdown. I do all that, and for thanks, you yell at me and curse me. You kooks are all alike!" I've got to hurry too, Linton thought. It's Resurrection Day! well, Mr. Linton, we understand you've been causing disturbances." "Not really," Linton said modestly. attempted to bribe an officer. That's disturbing, Mr. Linton, very "I was only trying to find out something," Linton maintained. "They The doctor clucked his tongue. "Let's not think any such thing. People Linton rubbed his shoulder. "That cop knew more about Judo holds than I "I don't know. Who the hell ever wasted Einstein's time asking him a Linton stared suspiciously. "Do you know where I can find a resurrectionist?" "I am a resurrectionist." "But the policeman brought me to you!" Linton scooted forward on the insultingly cold metal chair and really resurrect the dead?" "Will you stop being cynical? Of course I can!" "Doctor, I'm beginning to believe in you," Linton said, "but tell me, can you resurrect the "No, my wife has been dead a long time. Months." "Infallible risk, yes," Linton murmured. "Could you go to work right Linton grasped the situation immediately. "You mean you want money. You "What a wonderful professional career," Linton said, when he couldn't "Neither did I," Linton said hastily. "I invested in shifty stocks, "Then—" the corpse. The female corpse, eh?" Resurrection Day! "Doctor," Linton whispered, "my mind is singing with battalions of to obtain. The doctor had taken the body and Linton's fortune and fed them both into the maw of his calculators, and by means of the secret, smuggled formulae, Greta would be cybernetically reborn. Linton shook his head. It seemed impossible. But Greta opened the It wasn't fair at all, Linton thought. He should have had some time to Greta lifted her arms, stretching the white smock over the lines of her "Greta!" he said, feeling a slight revulsion but repressing it. No doubt he would be able to adjust to her once having been dead the same Greta swirled across the room and folded her arms across his shoulders. "Yes," he said, his heart lurching for her sad ignorance. "But tell ?" The curves and angles of her flesh changed their positions against his Ivy dacron. Her attitude altered. "I can't remember," she said. "I can't really remember anything. Not really. My memories are ghosts...." "Now, now," Linton said, "we mustn't get excited. You've been through a She accepted the verdict. She pulled away and touched at her hair. It was the same hair, black as evil, contrasting with her inner purity. Of course it would be it hadn't changed even in the grave. He remembered the snaky tendrils of it growing out of the water-logged casket. "I must see all our old friends," Greta persisted. "Helen and Johnny...." Her fine black brows made Gothic arches. "Yes? What about Johnny?" "Killed?" Greta repeated blankly. "Johnny Gorman was killed?" "Traffic accident. Killed instantly." Greta turned her back to him. "It's just as well. You shouldn't bring "No," Linton said. "I'm sold out. I've borrowed on my insurance to the can resurrect me." "Of course," Greta said. She sighed. "Poor Johnny. He was such a good to quench death and smother decay. It's Linton followed the direction of Greta's gaze and found only an ashtray stand, looking vaguely like a fanatic's idol to a heathen religion on a pedestal. Greta pounced on the stand, hefted it at the base and ran toward him with it over her head. Linton leaped aside and Greta hit the edge of the desk instead of him. Greta raised it again and he caught her wrists high over her head. She Linton understood immediately. He felt foolish, humiliated. All that Linton twisted the stand away from his wife and watched her face acceptance of the crumpled metal disk falling toward it. He split her head open and watched her float to the floor. Linton was surprised at the fine wire mesh just below the skin and He knelt beside the body and poked into the bleeding, smoldering in resurrection. They couldn't chemically revive the old corpse like Did they use the old bodies at all? What were all those acid baths for if the bodies were used? Didn't the resurrectionists just destroy the old corpses and make androids, synthetic creatures, to take their place? But it didn't matter. Not a bit. She had thought she was his wife, sharing her viewpoint down to the finest detail, and he had thought she was his wife. It was what you thought was real that made it so, not the other way "I've killed my wife!" Linton called, rising from his knees, stretching Linton. But they'll cure you. You'll be cured of ever thinking your wife was brought back to life and that you killed her all over again."

<question>:
Why does Linton initially believe that Greta attempted to murder him after he resurrected her?

<options>:
A She wants the rest of his fortune
B She had a brain malfunction
C She is suffering from hallucinations
D She is part of an android cult

<answer>:

B