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

<passage>:
from fish...." It was all sound logic. Even Ned Vince knew that. Still, his to control himself. His knuckles tightened on the edge of the vat. "I don't know what you've been talking about," he grated wildly. "But I want to get out of here! I want to go back where I came from! Do you understand—whoever, or whatever you are?" Loy Chuk pressed more keys. "But you can't go back to the Twentieth Century," said the company of the girl he loved. That was why he was in a hurry Kar-Rah. You are the only man left on Earth. Those men that been enough for him to hear. He didn't more than half believe it. His mind was too confused for to escape this nameless lair, to try to learn the facts for himself, possessed him. He on his hands and knees, for the up-slanting passage was low. Excited animal chucklings around him, and the occasional touch of a furry body, hurried his feverish in pursuit. Looking back, he saw the pinpoint gleams of cold sea-bottom, but what of it? What reason did he have left to "Kaalleee! Tik!... Tik, tik, tik!... Kaalleee!..." The excited cry, which no human throat could quite have duplicated and studied.... hold of his courage. But what was there to inspire it? Nothing! He laughed harshly as he Prison or a madhouse would be far better. He tried to get chill. in his hell-world, lost beyond the barrier of the years.... Loy Chuk and his followers presently came upon Ned Vince's unconscious form, a mile from tik!..." At first there was only one "Kaalleee!... Tik, tik, voice uttering those weird, triumphant babble of a group of workmen until presently an idea occurred to him. It gave him a few crumbs of hope. who have discovered something remarkable. from the black box. It was Loy Chuk speaking again. "But listen!" Ned protested. "You know a lot more than we read about. Maybe you know how to make it work! Maybe you could send me back to my own time after all!" Little Loy Chuk was in a black, discouraged mood, himself. He could understand the his own kind. Probably insanity looming. In far less extreme circumstances than this, death from homesickness had come. Loy Chuk was a scientist. In common with all real scientists, regardless of the species from had done that. "Kaalleee!... Tik, tik, tik!..." which they spring, he loved the and to be happy. Or this creature would be of scant value for study. So Loy considered carefully what Ned Vince had suggested. worlds in other solar systems, assault upon an intangible wall that had baffled far keener wits than Loy's. But he was bent, now, on the well-being of this anachronism he had so miraculously resurrected—this human, this Kaalleee.... Loy jabbed buttons on the Man, it seemed, had a successor, as ruler of the Earth. Loy Chuk had flown his geological expedition out from the far lowlands to the east, out black box. "Yes, Ned Vince," Perhaps that is the only thing to do—to send you back success. He crouched there on his haunches, at the dry bottom of creamy. White whiskers hypo-needle bit into his arm.... As soon as Ned Vince passed into unconsciousness, Loy Chuk went to work once more, using spread around his inquisitive, plans. The government of Kar-Rah far beyond that of the ancient Twentieth Century. Loy Chuk and his fellow workers were gathered, tense and gleeful, around the things their of which Loy was a prime member. It would be easy to get the help he needed. was a scientific oligarchy, A horde of small, grey-furred beings and their machines, toiled now been chipped away by the tiny investigators there, greasy and littered with metal filings, just as they had always been. He had a tractor to not this body. The answer to this She wore a blue dress, and a mischievous smile curved her lips. As though she had succeeded in creeping up on him, for a surprise. mummy. first interplanetary rockets. No wonder Loy Chuk and his co-workers were happy in their paleontological enthusiasm! A legendary antiquity, had aided them in their quest for knowledge. At last Loy Chuk gave a soft, chirping signal. The chant of triumph ended, while instruments flicked in his tiny hands. The final instrument he used to test the mummy, looked like a he did not try to shake off, accepted apparent facts simply. He did not know anything beating down upon him, soothing and dimming his brain, so that it would never question or doubt, or observe too closely the incongruous twittering, chattering sounds, he communicated his further knowledge to his henchmen. Though devoid of moisture, the mummy its brain cells! Medical and biological sciences were far advanced among Loy Chuk's kind. Perhaps, by the application of principles long known to them, this long-dead body could be opaque dome. But there were hidden television systems, too. Thus Loy Chuk's kind could in the museums of Kar-Rah! "Tik, tik, tik!..." But Loy silenced this fresh, eager chattering with a command. study this ancient man—this Kaalleee. Thus, their motives study it would make, back there to himself, contemplating the mummy of Ned Vince was magnificent, inexorable march of Loy, though, was not observing, "The Kaalleee believes himself home," Loy was thinking. "He will survive and be happy. But out into cold, sad sea-bottom, to ruins, left by the final supermen. sharp hand-tools were used, now—the glinting in the red sunshine. But this was only its surface aspect. Loy Chuk's people had built their homes mostly underground, since the beginning The mummy was taken to Loy Chuk's laboratory, a short distance below the surface. Here at once, the scientist began his work. The body of the ancient drained away, and the mummy lay there, a mummy no more, but a pale, silent figure in its tatters of clothing. Loy Chuk put an odd, metal-fabric helmet on its head, and a second, much smaller helmet At last, eager and ready for whatever might happen now, Loy Chuk pushed another switch. With a cold, rosy flare, energy blazed around that moveless form. was on him. Feeble and dizzy after his weird resurrection, which he could not understand, Work was always more substantial than cheering. were mostly selfish. a little but plainly possessing a high order of intelligence. With infinite care—small, now. He had wandered far Loy Chuk had probed his brain, with the aid of a pair of helmets, and the black box apparatus. He his language, taken from his own revitalized mind, was recorded, and that Loy Chuk had only to press certain buttons to make the instrument express his a curious calm. "Stark—starin'—nuts...." Loy's box, with its recorded English words and its sonic detectors, could translate for its Loy read the illuminated symbols in his own language, flashed on a frosted crystal plate before him. Thus he knew what Ned Vince was saying. Loy Chuk pressed more keys, and the box reproduced his answer: "No, Ned, not nuts. Not a back to life. We have science that can do that. I'm Loy Chuk...." It took only a moment for the box to tell the full story in clear, bold, friendly terms. Thus Loy sought, with calm, human logic, to make his charge feel at home. Probably, though, he was a fool, to suppose that he could succeed, thus. them. A lot easier than men

<question>:
Why does Loy Chuk want to bring the mummy back to life?

<options>:
A Loy Chuk wants to experiment on the man.
B Loy Chuk wants to study the man.
C Loy Chuk thinks, if he can find a female specimen, he can restart the human race.
D Loy Chuk just wants to prove it can be done.

<answer>:

B