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

<passage>:
"But why?" he cried, sinking down into the chair before me. In an "You yourself have said it," I told him. "I am a being of logic, just from his fingertips. His head was tilted over the back of the chair at His voice trembled when he said, "But if I ask you to kill them, and "To do so would be illogical." He waved his hands helplessly. "Gratitude?" he muttered. "No, you don't understand that, either." "I do not understand 'friend,'" I said. then we must not go back. It was very simple, but I knew that he could not comprehend it. I tried to explain it to him, however. But he only stared at me, with and yet it had nothing to do with logic, to the end that I knew was inevitable. either. It was just an emptiness—a void that could not be filled by not solve. Strange, disturbing sensations stirred and whispered within the the the sounds of busy men and women, wresting secrets from the reluctant ether. A new chemistry, a new physics perhaps even a new biochemistry. that thin, dark whisper of dread was at the back of his mind. Slowly, as if reluctantly compelled, he turned around to face the window at his impassively in at him. That was the first impression he got after a of course, but only abstractedly. For the moment he could only be Then lines of type, and farther down: The item below the last one said: and this is " Will we?" he asked himself softly. It was only two stories down the moving ramp to Lorelei Cooper's laboratory. Peter took it in fifteen seconds, running, and stumbled to in the wrong place, and squeezed through the door as soon as it opened far enough to admit him. Lorelei, beautiful in spite of dark-circled eyes and a smear of grease on her chin, looked up from a huge ledger at the end of the room. One blonde eyebrow arched in the quizzical expression he knew so well. "What makes, Peter my love?" she asked, and bent back to the ledger. Then she did a double-take, looked at his face intently, and said, "I'm sorry, I forgot," he said. "But you have a scanner?" "Yes, of course. But really, Pete—" "You'll understand in a minute. Turn it on, Lorelei." She gazed at him levelly for a moment, kissed him impulsively, and then walked over to the video panel on the wall and swept a mountain of A faint wash of color appeared on the panel, strengthened slowly, and suddenly leapt into full brilliance. Lorelei caught her breath. It was a street scene in the Science City of Manhattan, flooded by the warm spring sunshine. Down on the lowest level, visible past the and below them, a pitiful huddle of "The Invaders are here, citizens," the commentator was saying in a strangled voice. "Stay off the streets. Hide yourselves. Stay off the streets...." His voice droned on, but neither of them heard it. Lorelei buried her head on his chest, clutching at him desperately. "Peter!" she said faintly. "Why do they broadcast such things?" "They have to," he told her grimly. "There will be panics and suicides, them, so that he can fight them—and then it may not be enough." up the sloping side of a tall, pure white structure that dominated the from him and started toward the inner room. "Wait here," he mouthed. " But he pushed her away again, woodenly, and stalked forward. range of vision. Peter forced himself forward another step. Little Harry Kanin, Lorelei's assistant, was crumpled in a corner, half supported by the broad base of an X-ray chamber. His face was flaccid and bloated. His glazed eyes, impassive yet somehow pleading, stared at nothingness straight ahead of him. fear, beyond agony. He turned to the still-hovering monsters and said in a terrible voice, "Why? Why?" "I can't understand," he cried wildly. "What do you want?" " He heard a faint sound behind him, and whirled. It was the first time he had realized that Lorelei had followed him. She stood there, swaying, very pale, looking at the red Invaders. Her eyes swiveled slowly.... His voice was hoarse. "Don't look! Don't—Go back!" The horrible, a scream to wake the dead. Somebody said, "Doctor!" He wanted to say, "Yes, get a doctor. Lorelei—" but his mouth only twitched feebly. He couldn't seem to get it to work properly. He tried again. "Doctor." "Yes?" A gentle, masculine voice. "Where am I?" he said. He tried to turn his head, but a firm hand pressed him back into the sheets. "You're in a hospital. Just lie quietly, please." He tried to get up again. "Where's Lorelei?" "She's well, and you'll see her soon. Now lie quietly. You've been a very sick man." The man hesitated, looked at him intently. "Three months," he said. He turned and gave low-voiced instructions to a nurse, and then went away. —than three—months." He was right. All the nurses, and even Dr. Arnold, were evasive, but he kept asking them why he couldn't see Lorelei, and finally he wormed it out of them. It had been nine and a half months, not three, and he'd been in a coma all that time. Lorelei, it seemed, had recovered much sooner. "She was only suffering from ordinary shock," Arnold explained. for approximately five minutes. Yes, we know—you talked a lot. It's a months ago." "But why?" Peter whispered. Peter couldn't think of anything to say. Dr. Arnold's voice went on after a moment, musingly. "We're burrowing into the earth, like worms. "I wonder," Peter said shakily, "if I am strong enough to take it." "Our last hope?" "I see," said Peter. And for the first time, he thought of the A man had just finished engraving the final stroke on its nameplate, to . He stepped away now, and joined the group a little distance away, silently waiting. Lorelei said, "You can't do it. I won't let you! Peter—" "Darling," he began wearily. "Don't throw your life away! Give us time—there must be another way." "There's no other way," Peter said. He gripped her arms tightly, as if he could compel her to understand by the sheer pressure of his fingers. "Darling, listen to me. We've tried everything. We've gone underground, but that's only delaying the end. we're riding a curve that ends in extinction fifty years from now. they came from. Besides them, we're apes. There's only one answer." them , but a superman could. That's our only chance. Lorelei—darling—don't you see that?" She choked, "But why can't you take me along?" He stared unseeingly past her wet, upturned face. "You know why," he said bitterly. "Those rays are strong. They don't only work on embryos He turned away suddenly, not trusting himself to kiss her goodbye. A line from an old film kept echoing through his head. " He was trembling violently. He ran the last few steps, stumbled into behind him, and walked down the long corridor into the control chamber. The energy-charged screen flickered off to let him pass, and closed The the silence pressed in about him. from the incubators. Time went by, meaninglessly. He ate when he was after a time he ceased even to wonder. Peter closed the diary. "The rest you know, Robert," he said. He rose and strode nervously over to the window. I watched him as he I said, "That is the reason why we will not go back to Earth."

<question>:
Based on the remainder of the passage, from whose perspective is the introduction?

<options>:
A Robert
B Peter
C An Invader
D Lorelei

<answer>:

A