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

<passage>:
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that humidity, 47% occasional light showers—but of what? The pockets of Mr. Humphrey Fownes were being picked outrageously. His pockets were picked eleven times. masterpiece of pocket picking. What made it possible was Humphrey one after another, a place of little traffic and minimum distractions. But he was thinking about weather, which was an unusual subject to begin with for a person living in a domed city. He was thinking so deeply about it that it never occurred to him that entirely too many people were bumping into him. He was thinking about Optimum Dome Conditions (a crisp 59 degrees, a mildly dessicated 47%) when a bogus postman, who pretended to be reading a postal card, jostled him. In the right and left jacket pockets. It was much too much for coincidence. handkerchief pocket. It all went off very smoothly, like a game of put It fell on the streets and houses, making small geysers of shiny mist, hitting with a gentle musical sound, like the ephemeral droppings of a celesta. It was precipitation peculiar to a dome: feather-light fragments showering harmlessly on the city from time to time. Dome weevils, their metal arms reaching out with molten glass, roamed the huge casserole, ceaselessly patching and repairing. from the blackness of the living room. "These are not Optimum Dome Conditions!" the voice wailed. "The temperature is not and chemically analyzed the contents of his pockets before returning intrigued by a temperature that was always 59 degrees, by a humidity that was always 47%, by weather that was always Optimum. It was this rather than skill that enabled the police to maintain such a tight "I told particularly virulent strain of pneumococcus under his microscope. Lanfierre's job was to ferret out aberration. It couldn't be tolerated within the confines of a dome. Conformity had become more than a social force it was a physical necessity. And, after years of working at it, him not to touch that wheel! Lanfierre. He's in the upstairs "I'm not sure what's going to come of this," he said to Lanfierre with an astonishing amount of objectivity, "but the entire dome air supply is now coming through my bedroom." The wind screamed. small efforts, rarer. Dome Conditions of the bright avenue. "I never figured on this to return. He took out his notebook but it was a soggy mess. He tossed the house toward the side of the dome. "It says here," Fownes shouted over the roaring, "that Dorothy traveled from Kansas to Oz in a twister and that ... and that Oz is a wonderful and mysterious land beyond the all close at the same time. You'll be watching and all of a sudden every confines of everyday living ." there's a whole crowd of people in there waiting for a signal—as if they all had something important to say but had to close the windows first so no one could hear. Why else close the windows in a domed city? mountainous puffs of glass as he went. "Mrs. Deshazaway!" he shouted. "Yoo-hoo, Mrs. Deshazaway!" The dome weevils were going berserk trying to keep up with the And then as soon as the place is buttoned up they all explode into "No, I don't need a vacation." precipitation. They whirred back and forth at frightful speed, then, conversation—and that's why the house shakes." shut. The street was deserted and quiet, not a movement, not a sound. you see what he carries in his pockets?" expressed his weariness and distaste for people who went off and got of his was also responsible for the dancing house—he simply hadn't noticed. There was a certain amount of vibration, of course. He had a bootleg pipe connected into the dome blower system, and the high-pressure air caused some buffeting against the thin walls of the house. At least, he called it buffeting he'd never thought to watch from outside. Every window slammed shut. "Tight as a kite," he thought, satisfied. He continued on toward the watched as they spun and flashed in the darkness, and then set them for seven o'clock in the evening, April seventh, any year. Outside, the domed city vanished. It was replaced by an illusion. Or, as Fownes hoped it might appear, the illusion of the domed city vanished and was replaced by a more satisfactory, and, for his specific purpose, more functional, illusion. Looking through the window he saw only a garden. long and drawn-out process, accompanied by a considerable amount thinking roguishly: Thou shalt not inundate. rather stay over instead of going home.... my husbands of their life force and when they're empty I carry their bodies outside on my way to the justice of the peace." "As long as there are people," he said philosophically, "there'll be talk." "But it's the air! Why don't they talk about that? The air is stale, "I don't seem to mind the air." She threw up her hands. "You'd be the worst of the lot!" She left the table, rustling and tinkling about the room. "I can just hear them. Try they'll find out? I "But my dear Mr. Fownes," she said, leaning across the table. "We're lost, you and I." "Not if we could leave the dome," Fownes said quietly. "That's impossible! How?" In no hurry, now that he had the widow's complete attention, Fownes Space? Miles and miles of space where the real-estate monopoly has no control whatever? Where the wind blows across or is supposed to be the month of brides, of marrying. June also lies beyond the dome." "I see." " and that's when it roams the Open Country where geigers no longer scintillate." " " Mrs. Deshazaway rose, paced slowly to the window and then came back to the table, standing directly over Fownes. "If you can get us outside the dome," she said, "out where a man stays warm long enough to government publications and censored old books with holes in them. It was used so infrequently that the Movement was able to meet eighty. She spent her days reading ancient library cards and, like the books around her, had been rendered by time's own censor into near unintelligibility. looking oddly like giants fled from their fairy tales, protesting. stood in the center of the room, leaning on a heavy knobbed cane. He glanced around at the group almost complacently, and waited as Humphrey Fownes squeezed into an empty chair. "We live in a dome," the leader said, "for lack of something. An invention! What is the one thing that the great technological societies before ours could not invent, obtained the insight. "If a sound foreign policy can't be created the only alternative is not to have any foreign policy at all. Thus the movement into domes began— by common consent of the governments . This is known as self-containment." Dialectically out in left field, Humphrey Fownes waited for a lull in the ensuing discussion and then politely inquired how it might be arranged for him to get out. "Out?" the leader said, frowning. "Out? Out where?" "Outside the dome." "Oh. All in good time, my friend. One day we shall all pick up and leave." now ." "Nonsense. Ridiculous! You have to be prepared for the Open Country. You can't just up and leave, it would be suicide, Fownes. And dialectically very poor." life in the Open Country. Food, clothing, a weapon perhaps? What else? Have I left anything out?"

<question>:
Why have so many people resorted to pick-pocketing?

<options>:
A Resources are scarce in the Dome, so people have to resort to desperate measures
B The pickpocketers are trying to acquire information about Fownes
C All possessions are shared in the Dome under a new form of communism
D There are no laws in the Dome, and people do whatever they please

<answer>:

B