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

<passage>:
This etext was produced from Amazing Stories march, with a good fraction of STORIES . feet. Rain was still falling from the dark heavens in a steady, which bore the words: a distinguished group of discoveries by stealing the cover of the COSMIC EXPRESS to imitate in style, mood and subject the magic of that late lamented master of fantasy. The imitation found great favor AMAZING STORIES . He followed his initial success with two short novels , The in AMAZING STORIES and The Alien Intelligence in SCIENCE WONDER STORIES , dear?" these stories were close copies of A. Merritt, whose style and method Jack Williamson parlayed into When grim realism was the order of the day, he produced Crucible of Power and when they wanted extrapolated theory in present tense, he assumed the stylistically forecast a later trend to accept the background for writing, the surmise that this media would be a natural for angrily, face highly colored, clothing shimmering with artificial gems, waddled pompously "My days were filled," he remembers, "with monotonous rounds of what seemed an endless, drought and frost and dust-storms, poison-weeds and hail, for the sake of survival on the bright jackets, red and blue and AMAZING STORIES he sought and his goal was to be a science fiction writer. He was the escape green, that brought a thrill of of AMAZING STORIES pleasure to the young novelist's Since then, he has written millions of words of science fiction and has gone on record as follows: "I feel that science-fiction is the folklore of the new world of science, and the expression of man's reaction to a technological environment. heart when he looked up from his By which I mean that it is the most interesting and stimulating form of literature today." set you down. But I can't be responsible for what happens afterward." "Simple, primitive life is what we're looking for. And now what genuine! Walk in and lie down on the crystal block. Hands at your sides. Don't move." open again, and Eric led Nada cell, completely surrounded with mirrors and vast prisms and lenses and electron tubes. In the center was a slab of transparent stood before the great open window, staring out. Below him was a wide, park-like space, green with emerald lawns, and bright with flowering plants. Two hundred yards across it rose an immense pyramidal building—an artistic structure, gleaming with white marble and bright metal, striped with the verdure focused just at the surface of the crystal, from below," he said. "It help support the gray, steel-ribbed glass roof above. Beyond, the park stretched away in illimitable vistas, broken with the graceful columned buildings that held up the great glass roof. of terraced roof-gardens, "Gee! What is it? Elopement? inhaling deeply the fragrant air from the plants below—air kept, winter and summer, exactly at Nada and Eric felt themselves blankness. The next thing they knew, the garments stained with black mud. All about rose a thick jungle, dark and gloomy—and very wet. Palm-like, the gigantic trees were, or fern-like, flinging clouds of feathery green foliage high against a somber sky of unbroken gloom. He wrote "thrilling action romances," as his enthusiastic publishers and television directors civilization! We're back to Nature!" . They stood up, triumphant. "At last!" Nada cried. "We're Eric. You're just like one of the a bloody rock in one hand and a beautiful girl in the other. Or a cowboy, "hard-riding, hard-shooting," the vanishing hero of the ancient ranches. Or a man marooned with a lovely woman on a desert South Sea island. His heroes were invariably strong, fearless, resourceful fellows, the terrors of a desolate wilderness. And a hundred million read Eric's novels, and watched the dramatization of them on the television screens. They thrilled at the simple, romantic lives his heroes led, paid him handsome royalties, and subconsciously shared his opinion that civilization had taken all the best from the life of man. Eric had settled down to the artistic satisfaction of describing the sensuous delight of his nature had left them even a single fragment of quartz, to say nothing of a mass of pure vivacious, and—as her husband of a few months most justly thought—altogether beautiful in copper. resolved to forget that his next "red-blooded action thriller" was an author. She wrote poems—"back to nature stuff"—simple lyrics of the sea, of sunsets, of bird songs, of bright flowers and warm winds, of thrilling communion with Nature, and growing things. Men read her poems and called her a genius. Even the new planet adhering to their though the whole world had were extinct, there were no wild flowers, and no one had time to "Matches! Of course not! We're going back to Nature." bother about sunsets. grown up into a city, the birds warm downpour. Dry wood seemed scarce as the proverbial ruined the world. If we could only have lived a thousand years ago, when life was simple and natural, when men hunted and killed their meat, instead of drinking synthetic stuff, when men still had the joys of conflict, instead of living under glass, like hot-house flowers." "If we could only go somewhere—" write about the West, Africa, South Sea Islands. But they were all filled up two hundred by a vast fallen tree-trunk. cities, factories." "If only we lived on Venus! I was listening to a lecture on "This will keep out the rain—maybe—" that it has not cooled so much. It has a thick, cloudy atmosphere, and low, rainy forests. There's simple, elemental life there—like "We're back to nature—where Earth had before civilization ruined it." Earth and it must be much like seemingly not inconvenienced in the least by the inclement elements, there! It would be so thrilling to begin life like the characters in your stories, to get away from this hateful civilization, and live natural lives. Maybe a rocket—" The young author's eyes were Nada clung against Eric. world seems to be in about the same state as the Earth when they flourished there.... But By Ludwig Von der Valls, the German physicist." "I've quit bothering about science. It has ruined nature, filled the world with silly, artificial people, doing silly, artificial things." "But this is quite remarkable, both are simply etheric vibration, of different sorts." change. The disintegration of the oceans. Thunderous crashes, as if they were demolishing forests. Eric and Nada clung to each against which they had erected the flimsy shelter was rolled from the invisible monsters. The pitiful roof collapsed on the bedraggled humans. Nada burst into tears. "Oh, if only—if only—" "The beam is focused, just like the light that passes through a camera lens. The photographic object and sets it down on the other side of the world. "An analogy from television might help. You know that by means of the scanning disc, the picture is transformed into mere rapid fluctuations in the brightness of a beam of light. In a Eric helped Nada to a place dissolving layers of the thickness of a single atom, which are accurately reproduced at the other focus of the instrument—which might be in Venus! as in television. The object is built up of an infinite series of plane layers, at the focus of the ray, no matter where that may be. Such a thing would be impossible dissolves our substance, to be contemplation of each other's delivered his promised story to his publishers, a thrilling tale of At the end of the month he a man marooned on Venus, with life on a new world, and get away from all this hateful conventional

<question>:
What is ironic about Eric and Nada's desire to return to nature?

<options>:
A They can only do so using the most advanced modern technology
B Once they experience the return to nature, they don't know how to survive
C Their current residence is similar to what it would be like on Venus
D Their vision of nature is unrealistic and based solely on images from fictional novels

<answer>:

A