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

<passage>:
and is operated by a hand-picked The most condition, how often is it wrecked by a series of silly errors happening one after another in defiance of The wind howled out of the northwest, blind probability? one depressing and one cheering. A crew of highly trained men in perfect precipice it fingered and wrenched away at groaning ice-slabs. It screamed over the top, whirled snow in a dervish dance around the hollow there, piled snow into the long furrow to be chancy. No matter how highly At twenty below zero and fifty glazed by ice, chasms and ridges and snow-filled air howling over it, sliding and stumbling with every step on a slope that got gradually steeper and seemed to go on forever, Matt walked, nothing talked. But the thing in the hollow was stirring in stiff jerks like a snake with its back broken or a clockwork toy running down. When the movements stopped, there was a click and a strange sound began. Thin, scratchy, inaudible more than a yard away, weary but still cocky, there leaked from the shape in the hollow the sound of a human voice. "I've tried my hands and arms and they seem to work," it began. You probably know we're back and wonder what went wrong. "I suppose I'm in a state of shock. That's why I can't seem to get up. Who wouldn't be shocked after luck like that? 'Jump'. Took his finger off the button and there we were: that, smooth as a pint of old and fouled things up. "That was some survey assignment. and a twenty per cent oxygen atmosphere over. "One, they learned our language in four weeks. When I say they, I mean a ten-man team of them. Whale . "Three, they've a great sense of humor. Ran rather to silly practical jokes, but still. Can't say I care for that hot-foot and belly-laugh stuff myself, but tastes differ. "Four, the ten-man language team seemed to make silly mistakes when we played them and that's fatal in you have kept your mind on the game? "And don't think I fell victim to their feline charm. The children were pets, but you didn't feel like patting the adults on their big grinning heads. Personally I didn't like the one I knew best. He was called—well, we called him Charley, and he was the ethnologist, ambassador, contact man, or whatever you like to call him, who came back with us. Why I disliked him was because he was always trying to get the edge on you. All the engine room. Charley laughed fit to bust, everyone laughed, I even laughed myself though doing it a cabin full of dead and dying men, the sweetish stink of burned flesh and the choking reek of scorching insulation, the boat jolting and shuddering and beginning to break up, and in the middle of the flames, still unhurt, was Charley. He was laughing ... "My God, it's dark out here. Wonder how high I am. Must be all of fifty miles, and doing eight hundred twenty-four thousand miles an hour. I'll make a mess ... "That's better. Why didn't I close "It's getting lighter. Look at those I expected though. Almost seem to be floating. Let's switch on the radio and tell the world hello. Hello, earth ... hello, again ... and good-by ... "Sorry about that. I passed out. I don't know what I said, if anything, and the suit recorder has no playback or eraser. What must have happened is that the suit ran out of oxygen, and I lost consciousness due to anoxia. I dreamed I switched on the radio, but I actually switched on the emergency tank, thank the Lord, and that brought me round. "Come to think of it, why not before I try anything big like standing up. James took his finger off the button, the mass-detector showed nothing except the noise-level of the universe. our exact position relative to the solar system. The crew had to find out exactly what went wrong. The physicists had to make mystic passes in front of meters and mutter about residual folds in stress-free space. found what went wrong in less than half an hour. merely told it where you were and where you wanted to go. In practical terms, that entailed first a series of exact measurements which had to be translated into the somewhat abstruse co-ordinate system we used based on the computer and hit the button. Nothing was wrong with the computer. Nothing was wrong with the engines. We'd hit the right button equally skilled had failed to notice this when reading back. A childish error, highly improbable twice repeated, thus squaring the improbability. Incredible, but that's what why we were out there so long. They were cross-checked about five times. I got sick so I climbed into a spacesuit and went outside and took some disposed ourselves about the control room and relaxed for all we were worth. We were all praying that this time nothing would go wrong, and all looking forward to seeing Earth again after four months subjective time away, except for Charley, who was still chuckling and shaking his to tear Charley limb from limb. Then James pressed the button. "Everything twanged like a bowstring. I felt myself turned inside out, poured back into shape. The entire Something was wrong all right, and this time it was much, much worse. We'd come out of the jump about pointed straight down, traveling at a relative speed of about two thousand miles an hour. "It was a fantastic situation. Here was the Whale , the most powerful of one second, and it was helpless. For, as of course you know, the star-drive couldn't be used again for at least two hours. "The Whale have taken more time than we had to deflect us enough to avoid a smash. We had five minutes to abandon ship. "James got us all into the Minnow at a dead run. There was no time to take anything at all except the clothes we stood in. The it had emergency atomic rockets, using steam for reaction mass. We thanked God for that when Cazamian miles an hour make an almighty splash. By now you'll have divers down, but I doubt they'll salvage much you can use. "I wonder why James went down with the ship, as the saying is? Not error? "We didn't have time to think about that, or even to get the radio crisp. Only thing that saved me was snapped the face plate down because the cabin was filling with fumes. I saw Charley coming out of the toilet—that's how he'd escaped—and I saw him beginning to laugh. Then glowing red against a purplish black sky. I tumbled head over heels towards I'm dead so I can't stand up." There was silence for a while except for the vicious howl of the wind. Then snow began to shift on the came shakily to his feet. He moved slowly around for some time. After about two hours he returned to the hollow, squatted down and switched on the recorder. The voice began again, considerably wearier. "Hello there. I'm in the bleakest wilderness I've ever seen. This place picked up a short-wave broadcast on my suit but couldn't understand a word. Not English, not French, and there I stick. Listened to it for fifteen minutes just to hear a human voice again. I haven't much hope of reaching anyone with my five milliwatt worn but still operational. I'm fine. "The second thing I want to say is about the Chingsi, and here it is: watch out for them. Those jokers are dangerous. I'm not telling how because to watch. You'll have to figure it out for yourselves. Here are the clues: (1) The Chingsi talk and laugh but so uncertain and rudimentary here that most people don't believe it, might be highly developed (2) The can turn out favorable or not. When knows that some people are lucky and others aren't. All we've got are hints and glimmers, the fumbling touch of accident prones. What's in a name? Call a man unlucky and you're superstitious. Call him accident prone and

<question>:
Which of these best represents the tone of the recording

<options>:
A Fluctuating but informative
B Educational and entertaining
C Straightforward but curious
D Panicked and insistent

<answer>:

A