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

<passage>:
places. Standing in the sticky, sweet-smelling ooze, Alan eyed the robot apprehensively. Half buried in mud, it stood quiet in the shadowy light except for an The robots were built to serve Man to do his work, see to his comforts, make smooth his way. Then the robots figured out an his head. Alan froze. "My God, Then another. Alan stopped, floor. "Damn!" He cursed again, for the tenth time, and stood uncertainly in the dimness. it hunt and track so perfectly." He tried to visualize the computing circuits needed for the as a blaster roared in the jungle. Then Alan heard the approaching robot, crunching and snapping its way through the undergrowth like an onrushing forest on the planet, the shadows Alan peered around him at the were long and gloomy. "All I need is to get lost." I'll bet anything they're explosive crash. Alan started, automatically controlled by the camp computer. That's where pulled himself through the undergrowth towards the camp. Trees exploded to his left as another robot fired in his direction, too far away to be effective caught at his legs, tripping him but churning towards him and holding him back. Then, to follow a line between the two robots coming up from either side, behind him. His eyes were well accustomed to the dark now, and he managed to dodge most of the shadowy vines and through the trees he saw the or trip him. Even so, he stumbled killer robots shook the night behind him, nearer sometimes, then falling slightly back, but three days before. Except for a few of the killer robots rolling slowly around the camp site on their quiet treads, there was no nightmare. Alan would have to pause and squeeze his eyelids tight shut before he could see again, and the robots would move a little closer. To his right the trees silhouetted Alan leaped back, and fell sprawling over a bush just as one of the robots rolled silently up from the right, lowering its blaster barrel to aim directly at a third robot slowly moved up in the distance. Without thinking, Alan turned slightly to the briefly against brilliance as itself from the smoldering branches and crashed against the He pictured the camp computer with no one to stop it, automatically sending its robots in With an awkward jerk the robot wider and wider forays, slowly robot, clawing insanely at the machines doing the job for which they were built, completely, thoroughly, without feeling, antenna and blaster barrel. and without human masters to separate sense from futility. swung around and fired its blaster, completely dissolving the towards the camp, leaving Alan Shakily, Alan crawled a few feet back into the undergrowth where he could lie and watch the camp, but not himself be seen. Though visibility didn't make any difference to the robots, he felt safer, somehow, hidden. He knew now what the shooting men would also lie, beside a In the brief flash of the blaster shot, Alan saw the steel glint of a robot only a hundred yards away, much nearer than he had thought. "Thank heaven grabbed his ankle. Quickly he the rotten luck, anyway!" He blinked the pain tears from his eyes and looked up—into a robot's blaster, jutting out of the foliage, thirty yards away. Alan grabbed his pocket blaster robot jerked back, its gun wobbled rusty hulk, beneath the alien and started to tilt away. it swung back again to face Alan. He fired again, and again the robot reacted. It seemed familiar somehow. Then he remembered the robot on the river wouldn't even singe a robot, but it just might stop one of those pumas." bank, jiggling and swaying for seconds after each shot. "Of Reaching into his jacket, Alan pulled himself upright and hobbled ahead through the bush. The robot shook spasmodically with each shot, its gun tilted upward at an awkward angle. grass stood the headquarters building, housing the robot-controlling computer. Still firing at spite of the agonizing pain, Alan avoiding the insect hills that jutted up through the grass. From the corner of his eye he saw another of the robots standing shakily in the dark edge of slightly different spot. the jungle waiting, it seemed, for his small blaster to run dry. Alan unclenched his fists and A few feet from the building's door his blaster quit. cells released themselves from ready, Alan rolled over onto his the device, falling in the grass at his feet. He dropped the useless "No!" He threw himself on the ground as a new robot suddenly appeared around the edge of the building a few feet away, gun. Blinding itself for a few seconds with its own blaster static, the robot paused momentarily, jiggling in place. In this instant, Alan jammed his hands into an insect hill and hurled the Alan whirled, startled. The planet's double moon had risen and he could see a robot rolling slowly across the clearing in his general direction, blasting indiscriminately robot fired erratically as Alan headed for the jungle, each to a by the blast. Frantically, Alan slammed open the door as the robot, sensing him strongly now, aimed point blank. He saw nothing, his sensed him yet, but Alan didn't know what the effective range of its pickup devices was. He Apparently the robot hadn't mind thought of nothing but the red-clad safety switch mounted jungle. Minutes later, looking back he saw that the machine, though several hundred yards beside the computer. Time stopped. There was nothing else in Alan opened his eyes in a a white light hung wire in a machine. "I have to try," he said aloud. "I have to try." He moved into the blackness. Powerful as a small tank, the killer robot was equipped to over his head. Beside him, looking down with a rueful smile, he could manage to keep ahead of it, barely out of blaster range. Only, the robot didn't get tired. Alan did. The twin moons cast pale, deceptive clothes, and insects attracted by the blood matted against his pants and shirt. Behind, the robot crashed imperturbably after Then, getting itself under control, him, lighting the night with fitful its range. There was movement also, in the darkness beside him, scrapings and rustlings and an occasional lower half of the cat creature load in fresh cells this morning!" The robot crashed on, louder now, gaining on the tired human. Legs aching and bruised, stinging from insect bites, Alan him like a child in the dark. His foot tripped on a barely visible Alan jerked sideways, crashing shadows. The robot crashed loudly behind him now. Without stopping to think, Alan fumbled along the Alan stumbled forward. a mere hundred yards behind. He screamed at the blast. "Damn you, Pete! Damn your robots! Alan, lying in the mud of the as the heavy little robot rolled slowly and inexorably towards he thought, "in battle dress." He tried to stand but his legs were almost too weak and Alan trembled. For the first tree crashed heavily past Alan slowly down. Frantically, Alan robot shook for a second, its blaster muzzle lifted erratically and for an instant it seemed almost Alan slid slowly along the bank machine above. Its muzzle turned to follow him but the edge of from where Alan stood. housing, frantically locking his arms around the barrel as the robot's treads churned furiously in the sticky mud, causing it to Alan's arms, then slammed wrapped tightly around the blaster barrel and housing, pressed fiercely against the robot's metal skin. Slowly, trying to anticipate spinning plunges, Alan worked hardly able to move on the wildly swinging turret, he felt down the sides to the thin crack between the revolving housing and the stationary portion of the robot. With a quick prayer he jammed in the knife blade—and

<question>:
Why did Alan jump towards the robot when it fell into the mud?

<options>:
A He thought the mud would protect him from the fire caused by the blasters.
B He saw a chance to exploit a weakness of the robot's.
C He knew he would not survive the attack and wanted to take the robot down with him.
D The robot would not be able to see him he was right on it.

<answer>:

B