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

<passage>:
things got tough, but could still satisfy a woman's craving to mother to love them in the parlor and kill them in the kennel. It was only a speak of the night's mass-disposal. Norris smiled mechanically. "I learned my lesson yesterday. If they bare their fangs, I get out without another word. Funny thing "What happened?" and miserable. "Honeymoon's over, huh?" She said nothing, but shrugged faintly. "I won't have to kill many. Besides, they're only animals." " Intelligent animals!" "Intelligent as a human imbecile, maybe." "Nothing to worry about, is it Terry?" O'Reilley's pet shop—right place, wrong number. I just don't get it." protested hopelessly, knowing that a logical defense was useless against sentimentality. "Baby—" that were to be had without the threat of a warrant. The screams and pleas and tears of the owners left him gloomily despising himself. ultimate destruction. That would bring the murderous wrath of their owners down upon him. He began to understand why bio-inspectors were frequently shifted from one territory to another. They looked over my aptitude tests and sent me to Bio-Administration. If I don't want to follow my aptitudes, the only choice is common labor. That's the Norris frowned at the sign and wandered inside. The place was warm unclaimed units is the smallest part of it. Honey, before the evolvotron, before Anthropos went into the mutant-animal business, people used to elect dogcatchers. Think of it that way—I'm just a , which Norris recognized as the theme song of a never got farther than "mamma," "pappa," and "cookie." Anthropos was afraid to make the quasi-humans too intelligent, lest sentimentalists proclaim them really human. suburban street wound among the pastel plasticoid cottages that were set approximately two to an acre on the lightly wooded land. With its population legally fixed at three hundred million, most of the country had become one big suburb, dotted with community centers and lined He climbed in the kennel-truck and drove east toward the highway. The gone. The little manager wore an elfin professional smile, and his bald head bobbled in a welcoming nod. the intersection, and Norris feared that the animal might be lost. onto a porch and began wailing through the screen, "Mama no run ray! but most couples could endure the death of a cat-Q or a dog-F. Class-C The wrinkled face twitched with frustrated anger. O'Reilley shuffled "Where you going?" Norris called. animals whose serial numbers fall in the Bermuda-K-99 series for the slightest abnormality in the normalcy tests. Forward to central lab. Return standard units to their owners. Accomplish entire survey project within seven days. hundred square miles. Its replacement-quota of new neutroids was around three hundred animals a month. He tried to estimate how many of July's do it in a week? And there were only eleven empty neutroid cages in his "unclaimed" inventory—awaiting destruction. He wadded the memo in his pocket, then nosed the truck onto the highway Anthropos, Inc. They should be able to give him a list of all July's with the retailers to whom the animals had been sold. A week's deadline "So?" "Well, she's—uh—rather a peculiar "Please, Norris! This is urgent. That woman will lose her mind completely if—" "All right, I'll call my wife and tell her to open the pound for you. But he saw it as a quick way to get rid of an animal that might later angry. When he finished talking, she said, "All right, Terry," and hung house in Wylo City. Only thirty-five of July's Bermuda-K-99s had begin his rounds. The robot operator, which had on tape the working habits of each Wylo pound inspection—" Yates bellowed lusty laughter into the phone. "It's not funny. I've got to get those neutroids. It's in connection up the animals in the morning?" Norris gave him the names and addresses of the three unwilling mothers. twelve. They're in the truck." sprawling concrete barn, which was divided into three large rooms—one with a conveyor belt leading from it to a crematory-incinerator. dancing about their cages. Their bodies thwacked against the wire mesh as they leaped about their compartments with monkey grace. Their human appearance was broken by only two distinct features: short beaverlike tails decorated with fluffy curls of fur, and an erect smiles, and cherubic faces. They were sexually neuter and never grew beyond a predetermined age-set which varied for each series. Age-sets were available from one to ten years human equivalent. Once a neutroid until death. Norris was wearing a slight frown as he inspected the room. "They've "That's not the point. There's a reason for the mechanical feeders." He paused, wondering how he could tell her the truth. He blundered on: "They get to love whoever feeds them." Anne folded her arms and stared at him. "Planning to dispose of any soon?" she asked acidly. "Honeymoon's off again, eh?" He began unloading the truck, pulling the frightened and squirming "What's the Delmont case, Terry?" Anne asked while he worked. egg-multiplier, mounting them in his machine, and bombarding the he's got to be quick about it before the ovum dies from an overdose of single success. They threatened to fire him. I guess he got hysterical. they all look female." "How did they find out about it now?" the back of the kennel-truck. He grinned at his wife. "This little keep in the house. It won't cost us anything." both our families. Well, I don't care, Terry. I'm not going to waste a "If they catch us, yes—compulsory divorce, sterilization. But they won't catch us. I'll have it at home, Terry. Not even a doctor. We'll Norris climbed slowly down from the truck and wandered on into the "... we were unable to get shots of the body," the announcer was Norris frowned with bewilderment as the scene shifted to a two-story A growling drawl came from the audio. "This's Chief Miler speaking, "When the doctor assured her that there was no other baby, she fired, has no baby "Lot of unpleasant emotions tangled up in it," he admitted. "I know. Well, supper's been keeping hot for two hours. Shall we eat?" They went to bed at midnight, but it was after one when he became One at a time, he awoke twenty-three of the older doll-things and The conveyor would automatically carry them on to the incinerator. He hurriedly quit the kennels and went to sit on the back steps. His padded quietly back to the bedroom. He lay awake until dawn, knowing until he—and the whole world—completely lost sanity. And then kennel-truck, meaning to get the rest of the Bermuda-K-99s so that he depart with morning. Why should he have to kill the things? The answer them satisfied with a restricted birth rate. And why a restricted birth rate? Because by keeping the population at five billions, the science and his end to wars—a longer life for the individual. But he found that he had only taken the lives of the unborn and added them to the years of the aged. Man now had a life expectancy of eighty, except that he had damn little chance of being born to enjoy it. A neutroid filled the cradle in his stead. A neutroid that never ate as much, or grew up to be unemployed. A neutroid could be killed if

<question>:
Which terms best describe the tone of the passage in which Terry incinerates 23 of his long-term barn residents?

<options>:
A Excited and reinvigorated
B Relieved and composed
C Hopeless and unsettled
D Unphased and unapologetic

<answer>:

C