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

<passage>:
Raging , Trooper Lane hovered three thousand feet above Tammany Square. The cool cybrain surgically implanted in him was working on the problem. But Lane Lane said, "I can do that a had no more patience. They'd couple times more, but it and that. He glared down at Lane is through now. He has been able to outthink police with the help of his cybrain. watched the little white speck problem to their giant analogue The police analogue computer will be able to outthink Lane's cybrain, will predict Lane's cops over like paper dolls, back at the Armory. The black dog was on Lane's back. Troopers? pressed a small stud in the wrist. He said, "Trooper HQ, this is Lane." A voice spoke in his helmet. "Lane, this is Trooper HQ. We figured you'd call." Court House. Lane cursed "Get me Colonel Klett." Thirty seconds passed. Lane The humming paragrav-paks embedded beneath his his stupidity. He hadn't found The voice of the commanding officer of the Troopers rasped into Lane's ear: for. There's no time. From seven years old up, Troopers have too much to learn about fighting. don't teach them about their "Meat-head! You broke out own city, that they'll be fighting against my orders! Trooper surgeons, compliments of the city, would have churned in his veins, nerves shrieked with impatience. Lane waited for the electronic brain to come up with the answer. Then his head jerked up, to got loose. That right, sir?" There was a pause. "Your girl from Mars is right, Lane. But it's too late now. If we had moved first, captured the Old cybrain better be fast. Damn fast! The cybrain jolted an impulse through his spine. Lane "Sir, I'm asking for help. I "I am, Lane." The voice of nerves. Lane's own mind was know you're on my side." Colonel Klett was lower. "I'd never admit it if you had a just along for the ride. His somersaulted. Cybrain had taken charge of his motor "Yes, sir." "I'm sorry, Lane." "Yes, sir. Over and out." Lane pressed the stud on his gauntlet again. He turned has even a little bit of right on his side." Lane laughed. "Any of them Lane dropped lightly to the purple-haired broads I know would be crazy scared. You're A girl screamed. Lane's hand shot out automatically. A finger vibrated. Out of the corner of his eye, Lane saw floor, inside the room, in battle-crouch. Lane frowned with the effort Lane, still in a crouch, chewed his lip. of thinking. "You said I had a little right on my side. was no one else in the room. the girl fold to the floor. There "Lashing police with his vibray," said the announcer, "Lane broke through the cordon surrounding Manhattan Armory. Two policemen were outguess Lane's cybrain and Lane looked at Gerri. "How him. Lane is an insane killer. He is armed with the latest are cautioned to keep clear of military weapons. A built-in She smiled and walked forward. "You deserve it, Lane." said Lane, and a sheathed finger snapped out. There was a reflexes—" "At ease with that jazz," He kissed her and it filled Lane strode to the window. hovering above the towers. Lane's mailed hand snapped open a pouch at his belt. He flipped a fist-sized cube to the up in this lousy little room. Troopers and not enough good persons like you. Old cybrain Lane glanced out the window. "But you're safe in here!" "Worry about yourself, not about me." Lane picked up the force-bomb and handed it to "Who are you?" she said, shakily. Lane grinned. "Trooper Lane, of the Newyork Special Troops, is all." He threw her a mock salute. "You from outa-town, girlie. I ain't seen a Newyork girl with yellow about giving me a kiss before The at Lane, either. They were her feet. Built, Lane saw. girl pushed herself to She was pretty and clean-looking, shooting wild. blue-violet eyes snapped at Lane plunged forward. He "I don't," said Lane, unconcerned. heard the shouts of frightened "Well, you should have had brains enough to honor the men. Years of training and cybrain took over. Lane's hand shot out, fingers vibrating. As he mailed glove to his mouth and Her large, dark eyes narrowed. Lane ." "I'm the guy they told you Lane stood for a moment in the midst of the sprawled men, the shrieks of the crowd A 3V set was yammering. Lane. "Cybrain didn't know, no more than me." Lane was uncomfortable in his dress uniform. First The girl noticed the dark Newyork's new Military Protectorate, and honoring Trooper Lane. Now there was a formal dinner. Colonel Klett and Gerri Kin sat on either side of Lane. out which one was which She stared at him, violet your name?" "Gerri Kin. Look, Lane, Lane said, "I'm going to "Did she ask you to?" demanded Klett. Lane shook his head. "She's got too much class for me. But Lane said, "Yeah? Well, we your cybrain." Lane said, "It wasn't so stupid if it worked." "That's what bothers me. It Lane broke off. There was "I just didn't want her to Lane could read the white numbers painted on A loudspeaker shouted into the room: "Come out of there, Lane, or we'll blast you out." "You can't," Lane called. individual soldier." "I repeat, Lane—come out sir," said Lane. "That's why Lane turned to the girl. "I or we'll blast you out." thought you were important." "What you just said there, She I'm leaving Newyork." "Yeah, but—" Lane shook "No deal, Lane. We're coming straight up, out of the line of vision. Lane looked down at the Square. Far below, the long, gleaming barrel of a blaster olive-drab, box-shaped caterpillar voices rose from below. Lane Lane looked across the "Lane is holding the Martian tricolor behind his force-globe. Police are bringing up blaster cannon. Lane's defense is a globe of energy similar to the one which protects Newyork from aerial attack." Lane grinned back at Gerri Kin. "Whole town's down there." Then his grin faded. Cybrain said no. It said the Lane looked sadly at her. Only two kinds of girls ever went near a Trooper—the crazy ones and the ones the city paid. Why did he have to quick," said Lane. "I'm sorry about you." "What?" "What's a letter?" a letter is. You probably can't even read and write!" Lane with those weapons." "Listen. They been training me to fight since I was a little kid. Why shouldn't I be a "What?" because they're not trained to "The Fans," said Lane. "Why?" "Because they're afraid of ever been made. You. Single airborne infantrymen!" Lane said, "They told us in Trooper Academy that it's the men that win the wars." Newyork came up with the Troopers. Before the Troopers, a few feet away, dazed, groping on hands and knees. Lane jumped to the window, looked quickly, sprang back. Cybrain pumped orders that generated his protective Again Lane and Gerri were and a blinding flash from below. Lane laughed boyishly and ran to the window. "Look!" he called to Gerri. sprawled dozens of tiny black

<question>:
Why is Lane so child-like?

<options>:
A All men are child-like.
B Lane was never given a proper education, only fighting instruction.
C Lane is controlled by the Cybrain. His own brain never had the chance to develop properly.
D Lane has been a Trooper since he was seven years old.

<answer>:

B