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

<passage>:
Dwindling Years He didn’t expect to be last—but neither did he anticipate automatic. Somehow, thinking had grown difficult in the mornings recently. enough to look them up. Plenty of time! serious, but quite definite—as well as other signs of aging. I’m afraid the treatment didn’t take fully. It might have been some unconscious block and it seemed to cut through some of the thickness in his head. “I guess I’m getting old, Amanda.” She smiled dutifully at the time-worn joke, but he knew she and then smiled. “So we’ll give you another treatment. Any reason you can’t begin immediately?” was waiting for him, but this was more important. It hadn’t been a joke about his growing old, after all. But now, in a few days, impossible. “Anything urgent on the Procyon shuttle?” he asked as she It was as if the almost forgotten specter of age stood beside him, counting the seconds. But at last first time. Then it had required months of mental training, followed by crude mechanical and drug hypnosis for other months. Somewhere in every human brain at Research. For eighty years now, they’d been sending out the little ships speed of light, equipped with the brain could be reached far below the conscious level and forced to the first hope they’d found that the century-long trips between stars in the ponderous shuttles within minutes, even—but finding the mechanism in the brain might be ended and he should have been filled with excitement study and finding a means of bringing it under control had taken even longer. that worked those miracles had taken an incredible amount of Scientists there had puzzled over it, reset it and sent it back. The Now they did it with dozens of the body taking less than a week after the treatment! But with all the equipment, it Only his youngest son would have sent an elaborate tercentenary fatigue on the operator’s face told job. He stretched experimentally, with the eternal unconscious expectation that he would him it had been a long and difficult Earth was becoming a backwater It took days for the mind to work on all the cells and to passed the drastic birth limitation act and his mother had spoiled him. He’d even tried to to complete my study of all this. We’ll know by then whether you’ll need more treatment. Ten o’clock okay?” “But I’ll be all right?” chess collections in the world, but shuttles. And even if Exodus when he drew out his tools and he should give up his work. The discovery that men could live practically forever had put tried working on the delicate, wore thin in half a century—which wasn’t much time now, though it had once seemed long enough. Strange how the years seemed to get shorter as their number increased. There’d been a song once—something about the years trying to recall them. The outside line buzzed musically, flashing Research’s number. patience was still foreign to him. Then the frown vanished as He puzzled over it, finding no real reason. Certainly they weren’t begging for their secret in a couple of hundred years! While down to something thousand major discoveries they don’t bother reporting! Can’t the or other. Even that failed him, though. He’d developed one of the finest world no real progress had been made in two centuries the young tonight it held no interest. And their first fifty years of education were finished, and the older men were too conservative for really new thinking. There was a measure of truth in it, unfortunately. “They’ll slow up when their populations fill,” Giles repeated his old answers. “We’re still ahead in medicine and we’ll get the other discoveries eventually, without interrupting the work of making the Earth fit for our longevity. We can wait. We’ll have to.” THE YOUNGER man stared at him with the strange puzzled Could they really dwindle down? Suppose he couldn’t rejuvenate all the way? He knew lately. “Damn it, haven’t you read reached Sirius in less than ten days. We can have the secret of this antigravity in less than a year! We—” early twenties. Would that reduce the slice of eternity that rejuvenation meant? And what my report? We know the super-light drive works! That missile the speaker. “Of course not! It Procyon shuttle heard its signal. centuries, if we can ever master it. Even with Sirius expecting the missiles and ready to cooperate. I mean the big ship. We’ve had it drafted for building long enough now we can finish it in three months. We know the drive works. We know it’s fast enough to reach Procyon in two weeks. We even know life can stand the trip. The could correct for errors on arrival. Maybe if we put in stronger signaling transmitters....” “Yeah. Maybe in two centuries long it had been. Nor why. “In the spring, a young man’s It hadn’t been that kind of spring for him—not this rejuvenation himself and partially succeeded, until he reached the doctor’s office. Then it was no longer necessary Or how about you? Do you really want to risk losing the rest of your life rather than waiting a couple more centuries until we know it’s safe? If you do, I’ll order the big ship.” now. The machines were quiet—and the doctor’s technical jargon. Now that he knew there was reason for his fear, it seemed to slowly. The belligerence ran out of him. He looked sick, for he had no against such a relatively short numbered, anyhow. “Forget it, Bill,” Giles advised. “It may take longer, but eventually we’ll find a way. With time enough, we’re bound to. And when we do, the ship will be ready.” The engineer nodded miserably to simplify it, no memory is perfect—even They had to plan and build loses a little each time. And the effect is cumulative. It’s like an asymptotic curve—the further it for it. They couldn’t risk that cellular memory. It goes, the steeper the curve. And—well, you’ve passed too far.” plan for short-term benefits. Usually supposed to tell you, of course. It’s going to be tough enough when they’re ready to let people you won’t be the last, if that’s any consolation. We’ve got a longer time scale than we used to have—but it’s in centuries, not in eons. For everybody, not just Cobb spread his hands unhappily. “Thirty years, maybe. But we can make them better. Geriatric knowledge is still on record. We can fix the heart and all the rest. You’ll be in good physical “And then....” Giles couldn’t pronounce the words. He’d grown old and he’d grow older. And eventually he’d die! An immortal man had suddenly found death hovering on his trail. The years had dwindled and all he could and had at least saved him the suspense of growing servants. Now he managed for thousands of years. Their Even his car would outlast him. He climbed into it, still partly numbed, and began driving mechanically, there was nothing to worry about Earth’s doctors could cure anything. and started to slow. Then he went on without stopping. He wanted no chance to have them be the quickest to get. Universe than now. And he could speed up the work in some ways voice on the study phone, too low for the words to be distinguishable. figuring ways to get me there.” She smiled back suddenly, without feigning it. “Then you’re all “As all right as I’ll ever be,” he told her. “They tell me I’m just growing old.” This time her laugh was heartier. now—they preferred to see their patients in the laboratories that He caught himself before he housed their offices. If this kept even with modern safety measures ties melted away too fast for interstellar picked up in some three hundred years of practice. Giles felt better, realizing it wouldn’t be one of the younger men. itself. “The years dwindle down needles and the machinery behind the doctor began working on it. complicated little gadgets that

<question>:
How is it this society can manage such slow communications?

<options>:
A People live long enough now where they’ve adapted to the delay.
B Everything eventually gets to where it’s going, so they make do.
C They work around it. They have the time to wait.
D Science is progressing slowly as well, so they can’t rush it anyway.

<answer>:

A