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

<passage>:
the new answer from tossed me the Amnesty. any scheme almost on sight—even where they had eluded the best brains in the ad agency where he worked. So when the Chief of World Security told him that he had been selected as the answer to the Solar System's time to pierce the maze of out-of-this-world double-dealing. For Jery had become a walking bomb, and when he set himself off, it would be the end of the whole puzzle of THE SECRET MARTIANS—with Jery as the first to go! Oddly enough, it worked out, and he now does nothing else. He says, however, the real reason (same as that expressed by I was sitting at my desk, trying to decide how to tell the women of America that they were certain to be lovely in a Plasti-Flex brassiere without absolutely guaranteeing them anything, when the two security " W-Will elevator. "At all? Am I under arrest? What's up, anyhow?" President in power, and not even that in matters of security. I managed to nod. "Do you mind if I do mind?" Except girls." "I'm still not sure that I—" "It's like this. I designate ratios, by the minute. They hand me a new they stop the watch. If I get it in five seconds, it passes. But if I spot it in less, they throw it out and start over again. Or is that "Maybe an example would be better. Uh, you know the one about 'Three out of five New York lawyers use Hamilton Bond Paper for note-taking'?" call weasel-wording—the clinker in that one is that while it seems to imply sixty percent of New York lawyers, it actually means precisely what it says: Three out of five. For that particular product, we had to question seventy-nine lawyers before we could come up with three who liked Hamilton Bond, see? Then we took the names of the three, and the fool the average consumer indefinitely." "They—they block my thinking, sir, that's all. Why, take that example is.... You have been chosen for an extremely important mission." I couldn't have been more surprised had he announced my incipient accused of a friendly josh, but—"You're kidding!" I said. "You must be. Otherwise, why was I sent for?" "Believe me, I wish I knew," he sighed. "You were chosen, from all the inhabitants of this planet, and all the inhabitants of the Earth Colonies, by the Brain." "If you're sitting there in that hopeful stance awaiting some sort of to make. IC had none to make. Damn it all to hell!" He brought a meaty fist down on the desktop. "No one has an explanation! All we know is that the Brain always picks the right man." I let this sink in, then asked, "What made you ask for a man in the first place, sir? I've always understood that your own staff "What a gesture!" Baxter went on, hardly speaking directly to me at all. "Inter-nation harmony! Good will! If these mere boys can get together and travel the voids of space, then so can everyone else! Why should there be tensions between the various nations comprising the World Government, when there's none between these fine lads, one from every civilized nation on Earth?" off for an extraterrestrial romp, will cement relations between those nations who have remained hostile despite the unification of all governments on Earth. Personally, I think it was a pretty good idea, that the government extended their trip by—Why are you shaking your "You mean whoever took the Scouts is falsifying—" "No. misuse of tenses, deliberate misspellings. They take it out of an adult, especially an adult with a mind keen enough to get him into Interplanetary Security. We've limited the shifts to four hours per man per day. Otherwise, they'd all be gibbering by now!" "And your men haven't found out anything?" I marvelled. but no reason for it?" talk to me man-to-man. "Look, son, an adding machine—which is a minor form of an electronic brain, and even works on the same principle—can tell you that two and two make four. But can it tell you why? "Well, no, but—" "That, in a nutshell is our problem. We coded and fed to the Brain last seen, and what they were wearing. Hell, everything! The machine took the factors, weighed them, popped them through its billions of relays and tubes, and out of the end of the answer slot popped a single savage who finds a pistol: used correctly, it's a mean little weapon "But that's impossible," I said, shaking my head against this disconcerting thought. given only to Security Agents, so deadly was its molecule-disrupting Amnesty, they called it—such as I possessed, and a collapser, I could Phobos II . At the moment, I was the most influential human being in the known universe. And well they might be. An Amnesty-bearer can suddenly decide a subject is not answering questions to his satisfaction and simply blast the annoying party to atoms. It makes for straight responses. Of course, I was dressing the part, in a way. I wore the Amnesty suspended by a in ominous black, with an Amnesty on my breast and a collapser in know if this rocket has a dehumidifying system to keep the cast-off "Would it hold—" I did some quick mental arithmetic—"let's say, about Amnesty-bearer. had chosen me because, in the affair of the missing Space Scouts, my "It's the Amnesty that does it," he said, gesturing toward the disc. It I looked at the Amnesty, then nodded. "Kind of gets you, after awhile. To know that you are the most influential person in creation is to automatically act the part. A shame, in a way." "The hell it is!" Baxter snapped. "Good grief, man, why'd you think the Amnesty was created in the first place?" things were before the Amnesty came along. Ever hear of red tape?" I shook my head. "No, I don't believe so. Unless it had something to do classifications, bureaus, sub-bureaus, congressional committees. It was impossible, Jery, my boy, to get anything done whatsoever without consulting someone else. And the time lag and paperwork involved made accurate and swift action impossible, sometimes. What we needed, of course, was a person who could simply have all authority, in order to save the sometimes disastrous delays. So we came up with the Amnesty." "But the danger. If you should pick the wrong man—" Baxter smiled. "No chance of that, Jery. We didn't leave it up to any committee or bureau or any other faction to do the picking. Hell, that would have put us right back where we'd been before. No, we left it up to the Brain. We'd find ourselves in a tight situation, and the Brain receive the Amnesty, is that it?" Baxter nodded. "The Brain just picks the men. Then we tell the men the situation, hand over the Amnesty, and pray." I had a sudden thought. "Say, what happens if two men are selected by the Brain? Who has authority over whom?" Baxter grimaced and shivered. "Don't even think such a thing! Even your mentioning such a contingency gives me a small migraine. It'd be unprecedented in the history of the Brain or the Amnesty." He grinned, suddenly. "Besides, it can't happen. There's only one of these—" he tapped the medallion gently "—in existence, Jery. So we couldn't have such a situation!" solution came through, I could be on my way back to the world of hard and soft sell.

<question>:
What is the hypothetical problem with the amnesty?

<options>:
A It's too powerful for any one person to wield.
B Those who wield the amnesty don't have to listen to the authority of of others
C It allows the bearer to do as they please with civilians
D Should 2 people be chosen for it, it's be an impossible power struggle

<answer>:

D