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

<passage>:
The Sense of Wonder The garden stretched off in unthinkable immensity to the cluster of Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that . This was why the world had moved the great changeless sweep of space. He could not quite explain the they were so alien, so unnatural. But ever since the engines somewhere in the rear of the world had changed their tone, from the steady whining Rikud had heard all twenty-five years of his the metal of the passage. He heard Crifer's voice louder than the rest: Something small and brown scurried across the other side of the Today, space looked somehow different. The stars—it was a meaningless machinery, and down on his hands and knees he fondled the bits of metal apparent in the speckled profusion Rikud had always known. Instead, If he had understood the term, Rikud would have told himself this was odd. His head ached with the half-born thought. It was—it was—what was it? children. And all you can do in the meantime is gaze out at the stars." he just didn't, without comprehending. So tightly did he grip the handle that his fingers began to hurt. And ignored it. But it came again, and each time it left him with a feeling embroiled him in a hopeless, infinite confusion that left him with a and knew it was your time, too...." explain had entered the elder man's head for a moment, but it had whirled once more down the tortuous course of half-formed questions and unsatisfactory answers. They were strangely shaped in some ways, and yet in others completely But something soft had cushioned the impact—something which had come It was much better than the small world of machinery, buzzer, there should have been authority. A long time ago the reading machine in the library had told him of the elders—a meaningless term—who had governed the world. They told you to do something and you did it, but that was silly, because now no one told you to do anything. You only that could have no reality outside of the reading machine—and the had decided that they did not know where they were going, or why, and that it was unfair that the elders alone had this authority. They were born and they lived and they died as the elders directed, like little he knew enough to realize that the reading machine had sided with the him, bathing his old body in a forgotten magic which, many generations before Rikud's time, had negated the necessity for a knowledge of medicine. But when, in another ten years, Chuls would perish of old often thought of his own death, still seventy-five years in the future, not without a sense of alarm. Yet old Chuls seemed heedless, with only this was the only case of its kind, the exception to the rule, but it "Yes?" Almost no one read any more, and the library was heavy with the people ever talked about was what they had done during the day, and it was always the same. called astronomy, I think." This was a new thought to Rikud, and he propped his head up on one elbow. "What did you find out?" "That's about all. They're just called astronomy, I think." 'astronomy,' with a cross-reference under 'stars.' They're synonymous terms." questioned what it might mean in this particular case. "Yes, there are less of them, and one is bigger and brighter than the knew his lame-footed companion understood the word no better than he "I'm only saying what I read in the book," Crifer protested mildly. meaning." "People grow old," Rikud suggested. but now it faded, and change and old were just two words. remembered his childhood among women. But his feelings had changed turn away. Here was an unknown factor which the perfect world failed was that word change again. Didn't it have something to do with age? book on astronomy, which meant the same as stars. Except that it was variable, which was like change, being tied up somehow with age. But the new view persisted. that it spread out over almost the entire surface. Something big and of it had expanded outward and assumed the rectangular shape of the viewport, and its size as well. It seemed neatly sheered down the had ceased abruptly. Instead an ominous silence, broken at regular intervals by a sharp booming. through nothing but an obscuring cloud of white vapor, murky, swirling, more confusing than ever. you hear?" "Broom, brroom, brrroom!" Chuls imitated the intermittent blasting of vaster than the gardens, although all of it existed in the viewport did. Nor did they spin. Nor did the trees grow larger with every jolt. The world had come to rest on the garden of the viewport. Crifer, on the other hand, wasn't so sure. "It looks like the garden," not tell them of his most amazing thought of all. The change in the "It is an old picture of the garden," Chuls suggested, "and the plants "So there is a change from day to night!" reading machine had begun to bore him. He said, "Well, variable or not, the man would realize! If only anyone would realize! It all seemed so it was with a purpose—to eat, or to sleep, or perhaps to bathe in the health-rays. Now if the world had walked from—somewhere, through the vast star-speckled darkness and to the great garden outside, this also was purposeful. The world had arrived at the garden for a reason. But if everyone lived as if the world still stood in blackness, how could Damn the man, all he did was eat! now, as Crifer sat cross-legged on one of the dusty tables, reading "I know, but what's beyond it?" through "No—" Rikud began, but the words faded off into a sharp intake of He missed the beginning, but then: is a perfect, self-sustaining world. It is more than that: it is Rikud gave the voice up as hopeless. There were too many confusing humming, punctuated by a throb-throb-throb which sounded not unlike no one quite seems to know its meaning." although it looked out on the garden, Rikud sensed that the topography Then he trembled. he wanted to swallow, but couldn't. interested, yet the lame-footed man's mind was inadequate to cope with and Rikud found himself wishing that his friend had never read that in five years, the Calculator will send you through "You'll show me nothing because I won't go." "Stop that," said the older man, mildly. punctually like that, whenever the buzzer sounded. They ate with the machinery. For a long time he watched the wheels and cogs and gears crashing sound. He looked as the gears and cogs and wheels crumbled under his blows, shattered by the strength of his arm. Almost casually he strode about the room, but his blows were not was a shambles of twisted, broken metal. He laughed, softly at first, beneath them. But everything was so dark that only the stars shone clearly. All else was bathed in a shadow of unreality. Whimpering, he fled. whimpering to the dining room, his tongue dry and swollen, but the "What won't?" "It was not bad. The world has moved through the blackness and the "That's ridiculous," Chuls said. too, to show you how it is to be broken." "I hit him! I hit him!" how big it was, the darkness and the hunger and the people chasing him were unimportant. It was so big that it would swallow him up completely He became sickly giddy thinking about it. die because he had no food and no water and his stomach gurgled and voice didn't speak this time—through its door and into the place of

<question>:
The tone of the story, especially towards its end, is delivered very simplistically, in an almost child-like fashion.  This is to show that the story

<options>:
A is like a fable.  It offers a moral to the story and teaches a truth about society.
B is like a fairy-tale because the characters go on a magical journey, but its main purpose as a story is to decieve.
C is like a ghost story.  It frightens the reader by playing on the dark and supernatural.
D is like mythology because it is folklore that explains society's origins.

<answer>:

A