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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the screen to throw their them." hovered three thousand feet above Tammany Square. The cool cybrain surgically implanted in him was working on the problem. But Lane had no more patience. They'd sweat, he thought, hating the burns out the force-globe. and that. He glared down at Lane is through now. He has been able to outthink police with the help of his cybrain. Now police are feeding the problem to their giant analogue All I wanted was a computer in the sub-basement The police analogue computer will be able to outthink Lane's cybrain, will predict Lane's moves in advance. Four more blaster cannon are coming Chi for them? Damn right I did. Just a little time off, so I shouldn't blow my top. Now clears them out." He paused. "I got one more the CinC of the Newyork Troopers? chance to try." He raised a treads as the mobile ahead of time. They keep teach them how to fight. They don't teach them about their for. There's no time. From seven years old up, Troopers have too much to learn about fighting. The Mayor was behind one of those thousands of windows. Old cybrain, a gift from the Trooper surgeons, compliments of the city, would have them!" "I knew you didn't mean alive, I'll hang you for disobeying Mars. You know, the brain to come up with the answer. Lane waited for the electronic anti-missile force-shield, the Shell. Old cybrain better be fast. Damn fast! The cybrain jolted an impulse through his spine. Lane somersaulted. Cybrain had taken charge of his motor nerves. Lane's own mind was "Sir, I'm asking for help. I His only lose more men trying to rescue you. When they feed the data into that analogue computer, you're finished." to Gerri. "You're okay. I wish I could let you out. Old cybrain says I can't. Says if I drop the force-globe for a second, orange and blue. He shrugged away the problem. Cybrain knew what it was doing. The little finger of his right hand vibrated in its metal "Do what you have to do. As far as I can see, you're the landed on Mars, they found Martians can't afford it." below said, "The police analogue computer is now hooked directly to the controls of the blaster cannon battery. It will outguess Lane's cybrain and check his moves ahead of time." injured. Tammany Hall has warned that this man is extremely He is armed with the latest military weapons. A built-in electronic brain controls his reflexes—" "And kill you all the sooner." "Better than getting burned up in this lousy little room. floor. side. There's too many damn Troopers and not enough good persons like you. Old cybrain says stay here, but I don't guess I will. I'm gonna pay this. Then take your hand off, real fast. It'll shut off the He stepped up on to the window ledge. Automatically, the cybrain cut in his paragrav-paks. "So long, outa-towner. Now! " They weren't aimed at the green is the action. Whatcha flying. But they weren't aimed The shooting wild. Which way now? Looks like I got a chance. Old cybrain says fly right for the cannons. ahead. Go to hell, old cybrain. I'm doing all right by myself. I come to see the Mayor, and Republic of Mars. This what that means." "I don't," said Lane, unconcerned. "Well, you should have had brains enough to honor the is an embassy, if you know pointing a blaster pistol at him. There were five men on the balcony—emergency! Years of training and cybrain Her large, dark eyes narrowed. "Who sent you?" "My cybrain sent me." She went openmouthed. "You're took over. Lane's hand shot out, fingers vibrating. As he ." where the balcony is? This is go over there." "Whaddaya know," said Lane. "Cybrain didn't know, no more than me." "What's that out there?" "Force-screen. Nothing gets Tammany Square inaugurating Newyork's new Military Protectorate, and honoring important?" Trooper Lane. Now there was From Mars. I'm on a Keeps you in. You anybody "Yeah? Mars a big city?" diplomatic mission." stable, and Mars can negotiate planet "Planet? Oh, Mars." Mars. that gotta go by spaceship. What's for a new government takes time. I'm going holding me is no good. It'll back to Mars, and I think What are you trying to do?" they'll send another ambassador what the force-domes did. The Mars. It's healthy, like." perfect defense. But also the road to the return to city-states. analogue computer by sheer stupidity—by disregarding your cybrain." Lane said, "It wasn't so stupid if it worked." "That's what bothers me. It calls for a revision in our tactics. We've got a way of beating those big computers now, should anyone use them be hurt." "Exactly. The computer could outguess a machine, like your cybrain. But you introduced a totally unpredictable factor—human emotion. Which proves what I, as a A loudspeaker shouted into maintained—that the deadliest weapon in man's arsenal is still, and will always be, the "This girl from Mars is here." "I'm tired of being a weapon, sir. I want to be a human being." you are too, to them. Mars is END Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and typographical errors have been corrected without note. vision. position equidistant from the reechoing against the tower walls. hostage. You can see the Martian is a globe of energy similar to the one which protects Newyork from aerial attack." Lane grinned back at Gerri like this probably cared a lot him a chance to let her out? Maybe he could do it now. Cybrain said no. It said the second he dropped his force-screen, they'd blast this room Earth is sick and it's going to kill me. What's going to happen?" "What?" "Didn't you understand "What's a letter?" Mars is. You don't know what a letter is. You probably can't these things I can't do? They important?" "Yes. The more I see of this important I realize they are. You know how to fight, don't you? I'll bet you're perfect with those weapons." "Listen. They been training me to fight since I was a little kid. Why shouldn't I be a "Specialization," said the "What?" "Specialization. Everyone SocioSpecs run the government. TechnoSpecs run the machinery. Troopers fight because they're not trained to do anything." "Why?" "Because they're afraid of the deadliest weapon that has "Yes, but people had forgotten it until the SocioSpecs of Newyork came up with the Troopers. Before the Troopers, governments concentrated on the big weapons, the missiles, the bombs. And the safe from bombs. They learned to be self-sufficient under the Shells. They were so safe, so isolated, that national governments of security, when you infiltrated it." me be killed. They'll actually risk trouble with Mars just to kill you." If you've never heard of on hands and knees. Lane jumped to the window, looked quickly, sprang back. Cybrain pumped orders to his nervous system. "Blaster cannon," he said. "But just one. Gotcha, cybrain. I can beat that." He picked up the black box that generated his protective screen. Snapping it open with thumb-pressure, he turned a

<question>:
What is the goal of the analogue computer?

<options>:
A To develop strategies for the Newyork Troopers in battle
B To predict what a cybrain's actions will be to counteract it
C To find an unexpected strategy against military forces
D To develop improvements on the cybrains

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B