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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turn Ledman over to the authorities. Then we can catch the next ship for Earth." "Go back? Go back? If you The planet itself was tough enough—barren, desolate, forbidding genius who had a motto: we dump this guy I'm sacking in for twenty hours, and then keep moving," I told Val. "The surest way to die out here on Mars is to we're going back out there to give up." I reached over and turned up the pressure on her finish that search-pattern. Death to all Terrans! "Let's Earth needs uranium, honey, and I know you'd never be happy quitting in the middle all my fault, too. Val's usually "Let's get moving, fellow hero," she said. airlock, smiling. THE END Transcriber's Note: enough to stop the most adventurous and happen to us. me somehow: So we were out walking on the spongy sand of the Martian desert. We'd been walking a good eight hours. "Can't we turn back now, Ron?" Val pleaded. "Maybe to wipe every last one of you out, one by one." I heard Val sob, "He's a When Val's tired and overwrought arguing with her. I stared ahead at the bleak, desolate wastes of the Martian Mars. Eventually I'll scare you all away." "Just pick us off in the desert?" "Exactly," replied Ledman. "And I have no fears of an landscape. Behind us the Geigs—and UranCo—off and quitting you can find think I'm backing down now "Come on, kid. Remember—we're doing this for Earth. We're heroes." years to this. Ever since—ever since I landed here on Mars." "What are you going to do with us?" Val finally asked, yourself another wife! After so glorious. And UranCo's for the pay, Val." pay is stinking." "We didn't come out here for their constant undercurrent of meaningless noises. I found myself fervently wishing I was back out there on the infinitely safer desert. Even though the Martian snapped. "Well, let me show you. You're on Mars hunting uranium, right? To mine and ship the radioactives back to Earth to keep the atomic engines going. Right?" point, because Val didn't lie doing. She had been just as much inflamed by the idea of coming to Mars to help in the search for uranium as I was. We knew the pay was poor, Mars," Val said irrelevantly. "Ah—two young heroes," "Atomics cost me my legs," Earth going. And we'd always had a roving foot, both of us. No, we had decided together to come to Mars—the way we decided together on everything. Now she was that great accident—killing I'd never forget it. No one myself, terribly tired. I longed to lie down on the soft, spongy Martian sand and bury myself. Mars, until I recalled that I hadn't. In fact, she had come up with the idea before I did. the explosion and the amputation, of turning the weary, bedraggled the Val who had so enthusiastically decided that a semi-basket you. They left me almost a Ron?" Val asked sleepily. "I think we ought to rest a little before we go any further. It's been a long, hard day." Mars, lost myself, built this Dome, and swore to get even. There's not a great deal of Poor kid moment she was fast asleep, sprawled out on the sands. Mars after all. But, I reminded myself, someone our warm, comfortable little home on Earth. It wasn't much, but people in love don't need very fancy surroundings. we'd exchanged Earth and all it held for us for the raw, untamed struggle that was Mars. But I knew I'd do it again, if I had the chance. It's because Time to get moving. But I saw the horror on Val's can succeed?" I taunted him. "Really think you can kill every Earthman on Mars? Of all the insane, cockeyed—" Val's quick, worried head-shake And here we are. I glanced at the suit-chronometer. Getting late. I decided once again to wake Val. scheme of revenge and tired too, tired from our wearying journey across the empty desert. But she was tired. And I was I never finished. It would be "Why don't you do something? What are you waiting for, Ron?" right after—" " Get sick! caught. And tangle-cord is fly. It wasn't Martians that had done it. There weren't any Martians, hadn't been for a million years. It was some Val, and saw that she was what was wrong with Val. "Ron—" to snap, "Lie still, Val!" over. went sprawling helplessly out the wheelchair upended next impact of landing and spun odd. I thought I knew everyone on sparsely-settled Mars. Somehow I'd missed him. What shocked me most was spacesuit ended neatly at the thighs. But I'm determined to drive Val rolled on the floor and "You'll find out soon to make trouble." Val and I going to kill you at all. I'm going to see to it that you're sent back to Earth." " No! Anything but back there. I don't want to face them again—not me—" "Not so loud," I broke in. "They'll help you on Earth. "What's going on, Ron?" They'll take all the hatred and sickness out of you, and turn that you couldn't bear to hang around on Earth for as much as a year after the Sadlerville Blast. You had to take right off for Mars without a moment's delay, didn't you? You hated Earth so much you had to leave." where we were going, and why. I wondered why we had ever left Earth. The answer to that came to me quick enough: we had to. Earth needed radioactives, and the only way to get them long enough, you'd have used some of your pension money I had no muscles to fit them to." "You left Earth too quickly," Val said. "It was the only way," he them back together again. In three centuries the shattered world had been completely it can give as well. Soon after rebuilt. The wreckage of New York and Shanghai and London and all the other given the necessary replacement you had to get away from the world you despised and come But though the energy is inexhaustible, the supply of nuclei isn't. After three centuries of heavy consumption, of events that led Val and me to end up as a madman's prisoners, on Mars. With every source of uranium mined dry on Earth, we had tried other have added Val to the number time you could have been happy, useful on Earth, instead of being holed up here forty or fifty years, they'd get some results, we hoped. Earth. But you decided to channel everything out as revenge." to tide us over until then. In a "I still don't believe it—those to. Millions of starving, freezing in it in the useless shell of a great atomic civilization. So, Mars. There's not much uranium on Mars, and it's not easy to find or any cinch to mine. But what little is there, over?" "Yes—human legs aren't helps. It's a stopgap effort, just to keep things moving gave Val the blaster and slipped Mars, combing for its uranium deposits. And here we are, I thought. After we walked on a let's go. Between the psychs and the prosthetics men, you'll be a new man inside of "That's right. And you'll be sentenced to psych adjustment. When they're finished, will be as dead as if they'd been out on the desert. I realized now that I had been driving Val slipped her oxymask back on and fastened it shut. "Let's get back to the Dome in a hurry," I said. "We'll

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What likely happens to Val and Ron after the story ends?

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A They stay on Mars for their contract and then move on to a different project
B They go back to earth to make sure Ledman gets the care he needs
C They decide to stay on Mars forever
D They stay on Mars for a few more weeks before heading back to Earth

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A