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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By JIM HARMON How much is the impossible worth? [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Linton lay down his steel fork beside the massively solid transparency know how it is. Snead's dead, don't you remember?" Linton remembered. Howell had to know that he would remember. What were they trying to pull on him? "The man who isn't Snead is leaving," Linton said, describing the scene over Howell's shoulder. "If that's "I wouldn't. Probably no relation to Snead at all. Somebody who looks like him." "He's practically running," Linton said. "He almost ran out of the "Who? Oh, the man who looked like Snead, you mean." "Yes," Linton said. intimately against Linton's own chair. "That fellow who just left looked like a friend of yours, huh?" the "Couldn't have been him, though," Linton answered automatically. "My Howell breathed in deeply and sucked back Linton's attention. "Now you've probably got old Snead into trouble." "Snead's dead," Linton said. "What do you say it like that for?" Linton demanded angrily. "The Linton had thought he had known how death was. He had buried his wife, or rather he had watched the two workmen scoop and shove dirt in on let him out of the asylum as cured, he still secretly believed he had known a genuine affection for her. But it didn't seem he knew about death at all. Linton felt that his silence was asking Howell by this time. "Who by?" Linton asked, thinking: life?" Linton said. patently ridiculous, Linton hoped to bring the contradicting truth to the surface immediately. "An invention? I guess that's how it is," Howell agreed. "I don't know much about people like that. I'm an honest businessman." "But it's wonderful," Linton said, thinking his immediate thoughts. "Wonderful! Why should a thing like that be illegal? Why don't I know about it?" "I don't understand," Linton said helplessly. "That's not enough. Not nearly enough." "I don't understand," Linton complained. "Why haven't I heard about it?" word, not sex. You want to shock somebody, you tell him, 'You're going to be dead someday,' not anything sexual. You know how it is. The opposite of 'live' these days is 'video-taped.'" "I see," Linton said. He tried to assimilate it. Of course he had, he reminded himself, been out of touch for some time. It might be true. Then again, they might be trying to trick him. They used to do that to see if he was really well. But the temptation was too strong. of people and if you're smart, you'll not either." Linton's fingers imprinted the linen. "Damn you, Howell, you tell me!" yell at me and curse me. You kooks are all alike!" The doctor fluttered his hands and chirped about the office. "Well, well, Mr. Linton, we understand you've been causing disturbances." "Not really," Linton said modestly. attempted to bribe an officer. That's disturbing, Mr. Linton, very disturbing." The doctor clucked his tongue. "Let's not think any such thing. People don't know more than you do." Linton rubbed his shoulder. "That cop knew more about Judo holds than I can find out anything by asking the right questions of the right person at the right time." Linton stared suspiciously. "Do you know where I can find a "Well, that's what you paid him to do, wasn't it? Did you think a policeman would just steal your money? Cynics—all you young people are cynics." Linton scooted forward on the insultingly cold metal chair and really looked at the doctor for the first time. "Doctor, can you really resurrect the dead?" "Will you stop being cynical? Of course I can!" "Doctor, I'm beginning to believe in you," Linton said, "but tell me, "Months?" The doctor snapped those weeks away with his fingers. "It could be years. Centuries. It's all mathematics, my boy. I need only one fragment of the body and my computers can compute what the rest of it was like and recreate it. It's infallible. Naturally there is a degree of risk involved." "Infallible risk, yes," Linton murmured. "Could you go to work right away?" "First, I must follow an ancient medical practice. I must bleed you." Linton grasped the situation immediately. "You mean you want money. You "What a wonderful professional career," Linton said, when he couldn't "All that's ended now," the doctor assured him. "Now we must go dig up "Doctor," Linton whispered, "my mind is singing with battalions of The doctor stroked his oily palms together. "Oh, but it does. to obtain. The doctor had taken the body and Linton's fortune and fed them both into the maw of his calculators, and by means of the secret, smuggled formulae, Greta would be cybernetically reborn. Linton shook his head. It seemed impossible. But Greta opened the olive-drab slab of metal of the door to the doctor's inner-inner It wasn't fair at all, Linton thought. He should have had some time to prepare himself. doubt he would be able to adjust to her once having been dead the same way he had learned to accept the, to him, distasteful duty of kissing her ears the way she enjoyed. "Yes," he said, his heart lurching for her sad ignorance. "But tell ?" The curves and angles of her flesh changed their positions against his Ivy dacron. Her attitude altered. "Now, now," Linton said, "we mustn't get excited. You've been through a She accepted the verdict. She pulled away and touched at her hair. It was the same hair, black as evil, contrasting with her inner purity. Of course it would be Johnny...." Her fine black brows made Gothic arches. "Yes? What about Johnny?" "No," Linton said. "I'm sold out. I've borrowed on my insurance to the foaming acid baths, great whale-toothed disposals, barrels of chemicals to quench death and smother decay. It's perfect ." "It sounds carnal," he said uneasily. "No, dear, it's perfect for some things that have to be done." Her eyes flashed around the doctor's office and settled somewhere, on Linton followed the direction of Greta's gaze and found only an ashtray Linton leaped aside and Greta hit the edge of the desk instead of him. Linton understood immediately. He felt foolish, humiliated. All that money! He had resurrected a gold ring that had turned his knuckles green. No one must ever know. Linton twisted the stand away from his wife and watched her face Linton was surprised at the fine wire mesh just below the skin and pouring water on a wilted geranium. Or— old corpses and make androids, synthetic creatures, to take their place? But it didn't matter. Not a bit. She had thought she was his wife, sharing her viewpoint down to the finest detail, and he had thought she was his wife. It was what you thought was real that made it so, not the other way around. "I've killed my wife!" Linton called, rising from his knees, stretching He opened his eyes to the doctor's spotless, well-ordered office. The doctor looked down at him consolingly. "You'll have to go back, Mr. Linton. But they'll cure you. You'll be cured of ever thinking your think so, Doctor?" Linton asked hopefully.

<question>:
Which of these best describes the doctor that Linton meets at the end?

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A Generous in that he is willing to help Linton with this problem that involves illegal work on his part
B Greedy in that he manipulates vulnerable people to take money from them
C Love-stricken, wanting to help people in similar situations
D Cunning in his cutting-edge technology he is developing

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B