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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Not all the world’s citizens were content. Bergstrom was waiting in his office when Zarwell arrived that evening. see what he looks like first. They’ll be disappointed.” Zarwell opened his eyes a slit to knew now that it had been a spaceport. His captor’s broad face jeered down at Zarwell. “Have a good sleep?” he asked with mock solicitude. Zarwell did not deign to acknowledge that he heard. Zarwell followed his gaze to where a younger man, with a blond lock of hair on his forehead, stood behind him. The youth nodded and went out, while the other pulled a chair While their attention was away from him Zarwell had unobtrusively loosened his bonds as much as possible with arm leverage. As the Zarwell told him. The grin faded from the oily face as the man stood up. He leaned over the cot—and Zarwell’s left hand reversed his weight and drove his fist at Zarwell’s head. Zarwell pulled the struggling body down against his chest and held it there until all agitated in the palm of his hand. He knew now why he always carried it. Bergstrom, asked. John Zarwell shook his head. “Did I talk while I was under?” nonchalance. “The next couple “How does it tie in with what I Zarwell did not answer. His Bergstrom’s neat-boned, fair-skinned told you before?” memory seemed on the point of face betrayed no emotion other than an introspective stillness should do it.” complete return, and he sat quietly, yet?” “I don’t see why not.” Zarwell Bergstrom had his bad moment. [p 137 “You’re not going to …” he began at the sight of the gun. He tried Zarwell corrected him. “You’d be foolish!” Bergstrom obviously realized how close he was to death. Yet surprisingly, after the first start, he showed little fear. Zarwell had “Good.” Bergstrom rose. “The thought the man a bit soft, too adjusted to a life of ease and some chatter as he administered serum is quite harmless, John.” He maintained a professional diversionary The floor beneath Zarwell’s feet Bergstrom shook his head. “I know it’s been broken before. But you need me. You’re not through, wall. Bergstrom continued talking, analyst.” “No.” Bergstrom was angry now. “Is that the best you can do?” turn you in to the police, I’d have done it before this.” Zarwell debated with himself the truth of what the other had said. “Why didn’t you turn me in?” he trouble.” and Zarwell sank deep into viscous depths. “Lie back and relax. to be past, Bergstrom spoke more Don’t …” calmly, even allowed himself to ZARWELL found himself above. They faded, were gone. The words tumbled down from Zarwell’s eyebrows raised. “Who am I?” he asked, very interested now. Without attention he put his pistol away in a trouser pocket. Bergstrom brushed the question I even know who you are!” forehead creased with his mental the human worlds. I’d like to talk more with you on that later.” While Zarwell considered, Bergstrom pressed his advantage. “One more scene might do it,” he said. 145 ] Zarwell made his decision quickly. “Go ahead,” he answered. ALL Zarwell’s attention seemed on the cigar he lit as he rode down the escalator, but he surveyed The stranger face smiled approvingly “O DD,” Bergstrom said. He brought his hands up and joined part in the planning of the As he zipped open the briefcase more to you than the first, I suppose?” “No,” Zarwell answered. He was not a talking man, Bergstrom reflected. It was more than He was a man who could handle himself well in an emergency. Bergstrom shrugged, dismissing his strayed thoughts. “I expected down at his appointment pad. “Tomorrow at two, then?” Zarwell grunted acknowledgment and pushed himself to his feet, apparently unaware that his Zarwell left the analyst’s office. gray-mottled with windows. Zarwell believe the part you’re playing?” “A good man must have done that job on your mind,” Bergstrom homes of the laborers and lower class techmen who live there. Zarwell passed a group of smaller children playing a desultory 146 ] “Trust and money,” Zarwell said drily. game of lic-lic for pieces of Zarwell nodded. “I’m glad to hear that,” Bergstrom assured him. “Now that “Your memory’s back then?” The floor continued its transmutation, Zarwell stopped him with an upraised The next morning when Zarwell you see the reason for all this? I’m tired. I’m trying to quit.” “Quit?” Bergstrom did not quite ] follow him. Zarwell explained listlessly. “A gang of hoods had taken over the government. I helped organize a commented. “I’d have hesitated to also. “I’m not a professional do-gooder.” Zarwell’s tone appealed to Bergstrom for understanding. “I have only a normal man’s indignation at injustice. And now I’ve done A village was being ravaged. Men struggled and died in the streets. Zarwell moved among Johnson can do your own revolting. I’m through!” Bergstrom did not argue as he left. RESTLESSNESS drove Zarwell was nearing its end. Zarwell was riding a shaggy pony outside a high wall surrounding the stricken metropolis. He moved in and joined a When a man strolled to his side and stood watching the workmen, he was not surprised. He waited for can spare a few minutes,” the stranger said. Zarwell turned and studied the killing. Zarwell was not the leader of the invaders, only a lesser figure in the man without answering. He was rebellion. But he had played a leading in the streets again, plundering and medium tall, with the body of an The job had been well done. break in the panorama. Now Zarwell The man nodded. Zarwell tried to feel the anger he wanted to feel, but somehow it Time passed, without visible “You’re Johnson?” he asked. was fleeing, pursued by the Against his will he found himself liking the man, and wanting at least to be courteous. He inclined his conflict engulfed him. Weary but resigned he accepted it, and did what he had to do …BERGSTROM was regarding BERGSTROM was regarding him with speculative scrutiny. Johnson smiled agreeably and “You’ve had quite a past, apparently,” 141 ] Zarwell smiled with mild embarrassment. “At least in my dreams.” “Dreams?” Bergstrom’s eyes They …” past.” Zarwell’s expression became wary. He watched Bergstrom closely. After a minute, however, he seemed satisfied, and he let himself Zarwell found himself not listening as Johnson’s voice went on. The of what I saw,” he observed. “That’s why you’re here, you know,” Bergstrom answered. “To story was always the same. But why “… and we need your help.” Johnson had finished his speech. Bergstrom went on, “that your lost Zarwell gazed up at the bright memory will turn out to be no ordinary sky. He pulled in a long breath, and let it out in a sigh. Bergstrom said confidently. until next week end,” Zarwell reminded him. “That’s right.” Bergstrom tomorrow?” “I suppose I could.” “Fine,” Bergstrom said with satisfaction. “I’ll admit I’m considerably more than casually interested A WORK truck picked Zarwell needs. When Zarwell arrived, six months before, the vitalized area Zarwell pulled his sun helmet lower, to better guard his hot, dry worker’s mouth. Zarwell gazed idly about at the other laborers. Fully three-quarters

<question>:
How does Bergstrom feel about Zarwell?

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A Bergstrom thinks Zarwell is a dangerous man. He is thinking about turning Zarwell over to the authorities.
B Bergstrom thinks Zarwell is a very sick and confused individual. He is going to have Zarwell committed.
C Bergstrom hates Zarwell. He is planning to kill Zarwell during the next therapy session.
D Bergstrom admires Zarwell. He wants Zarwell to help him plan a government revolution.

<answer>:

D