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 Dwindling words about whatever was the He didn’t expect to be last—but neither did he anticipate the horror of being the first! Years the first suspicion of his trouble, something inside him had been forcing him to make this decision. years of habit carried the Maybe the ship would fail. But thirty years was a number a man could risk. If he made it, though.... And maybe it would do no good. It wasn’t going right. He could feel it. Some of the panic symptoms were returning was no telling what might turn had sworn the shot would cure any allergy or asthma. can’t see any other explanation. You’ve got a slight case of angina—nothing serious, but quite definite—as well as other signs of aging. I’m afraid the treatment didn’t take fully. It might have been some unconscious block on your part, some infection not and it seemed to cut through some of the thickness in his head. “I guess I’m getting old, Amanda.” She smiled dutifully at the time-worn joke, but he knew she diagnosed at the time, or even a fault in the treatment. That’s pretty rare, but we can’t neglect better than he knew himself—which the possibility.” was more important. It hadn’t been a joke about his growing old, after all. But now, in a few days, he’d be his old—no, of course was waiting for him, but this tried to shave. His normal thinness had looked almost gaunt face and circles under his eyes. Even his hair had seemed thinner, though that, of course, was He resented every second of it. It was as if the almost forgotten specter of age stood beside him, counting the seconds. But at last the doctor studied it. “My sixteenth.” basket. “Mostly drugs for that, and the fact that the mind could effect physical changes in the body. Even such things as every conceivable device to make slowly. The belligerence ran out could be reached far below the conscious level and forced to operate. There had been impossible faith cures for millenia—cataracts the first hope they’d found that might be ended and he should have been filled with excitement the brain removed from blinded eyes within minutes, even—but finding bringing it under control had the mechanism in the brain after the treatment! to happen. It had been no fault of his ... he was sure of that ... his He came out of it without fatigue on the operator’s face told him it had been a long and difficult with the eternal unconscious expectation that he would find himself suddenly young again. But that, of course, was ridiculous. over that which had finally Oddly enough, the message in description and a plea for his of his profession. “We haven’t lost a patient in two hundred He had no desire to spend years, to my knowledge.” he should give up his work. The discovery that men could live practically forever had put an end to most family ties sentiment wore thin in half a century—which wasn’t much time now, though it had once seemed It was then he realized for the never would. It was an evasion meant to give such an impression. The worry nagged at him all the way back. Word had already gone around the club that he’d had some kind of attack and there were endless questions that kept it on his mind. And even richness of living now. he’d never regretted it. But tonight real reason. Certainly they weren’t various nostrums, giving him no peace. Constant questions about of worry—until he’d been ready to yell at the boy. In fact, he had. the discussions after the dinner, except for one about the he’d developed through new thinking. There was a measure of truth in it, unfortunately. He gave it up and went to bed—to “They’ll slow up when their the years helped to add to the was no escaping it. Something about the years—or was it days—dwindling down to something the Earth fit for our longevity. or other. down? Suppose he couldn’t rejuvenate We can wait. We’ll have to.” THE YOUNGER man stared days. We can have the secret of they could only bring him back to reduce the slice of eternity that rejuvenation meant? And what had happened to Sol? Or suppose it wasn’t rejuvenation, after all suppose something it. Even with Sirius expecting the know life can stand the trip. The the other was proposing, only family life again would give him have minds that could show any long it had been. Nor why. “In the spring, a young man’s fancy,” he quoted to himself, and then shuddered. It hadn’t been that kind of spring for him—not this rejuvenation nor the last, nor the one until he reached the doctor’s office. Then it was no longer necessary to frighten himself. The wrongness was too strong, no matter not—his young self again! rest of your life rather than waiting a couple more centuries until we know it’s safe? If you do, I’ll the doctor’s technical jargon. Now that he knew there was reason for his fear, it seemed to vanish, leaving a coldness that numbed him. “I’d rather know the whole answer. NO SANE man would risk a chance for near eternity The rejuvenation...?” truth,” he said. His voice sounded dead in his ears. “The worst first. those who knew their days were of him. He looked sick, for he had no wish I hadn’t.” His voice ran down and he gathered himself together by an effort. “It’s a shock to simplify it, no memory is perfect—even plan for short-term benefits. Usually loses a little each time. And the asymptotic curve—the further it goes, the steeper the curve. And—well, effect is cumulative. It’s like an and the sight of the solid, time-enduring supposed to tell you, of course. the city beyond consolation. We’ve got a longer eons. For everybody, not just It was no consolation. Giles “Thirty years, maybe. But we can make them better. Geriatric rest. You’ll be in good physical condition, better than your grandfather—” “And then....” Giles couldn’t pronounce the words. He’d grown old and he’d grow older. And eventually he’d die! An immortal man had suddenly found death hovering on his trail. The years had dwindled and he meant it. The man had done saved him the suspense of growing doubt and horrible eventual discovery. OUTSIDE ON the street, he eternity was no longer a part of numbed, and began driving mechanically, no longer wondering about the dangers that might possibly and a long drink in his hand. The alcohol combined with the reaction from his panic to leave him almost himself again. After all, there was nothing to worry about much now. For a man who had thought of living almost forever, thirty years was too short a time to count. and he drove on. What else was morose man the last few times he’d seen him, but that could hardly explain his taking a twenty-year slim reason. It was no concern of its finish. It would be cold comfort but it that the years were gone for him. Automatic habit carried him He finished the drink, feeling “As all right as I’ll ever be,” he told her. “They tell me I’m just growing old.” This time her laugh was heartier. He caught himself before he instead of the treasures he could Oddly, it still tasted good to build inside himself for the future childish! Yet he relished the feeling of or not. He snapped the switch and as so many others had, for even with modern safety measures so strict, there was always a small chance of some accident and nobody had any desire to spend the long future as a cripple. It was almost too much consideration. a family, rather than a mere better, realizing it wouldn’t be It didn’t matter, but it would explain Then abruptly the line finished out his story. Halfway through, itself. “The years dwindle down to a precious few....” he remembered. “A precious few.” that was forbidden. The years seemed precious to the old man age? Let’s see it.” He inspected it and began making tests. Some were older

<question>:
What could the moral of the story be?

<options>:
A People will make sacrifices like the one Giles made at the end for the greater good.
B Mortality is crucial to enjoy life to the fullest.
C Given the chance, humans will chase after immortality.
D Fear of aging is normal, but aging is unavoidable.

<answer>:

B