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

<passage>:
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] Charles turned over on his side to look at her. She lay quietly in the other bed, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was blonde to perfection, exquisitely shaped, and the rich promise of her body was "Why?" he thought as he looked at her. "Why did it have to happen like unattainable, a face to conjure with in erotic dreams, far beyond his a mere statement of fact. A thought teased at him. Charles looked at the woman again and decided that she still looked beautiful in spite of the harshness of the Charles smiled wanly and got up. He stood by the bed looking at her. "I could have fallen in love with you once. A year ago, perhaps, or longer. But not now. Not now." He turned away and walked to the window. "Now the world is dead. The whole world is dead." It had been very pleasant that afternoon. She had given of herself freely, warmly, and Charles had accepted. But then he had known that she would. It was not him, it was the circumstances. Under the circumstances, she would have given herself to any man— "Why did it have to be her—or me? Why should it have to happen to anybody! Why!" She would have given herself to any man— His thoughts beat a rapid crescendo, activating emotions, stimulating protest. To any man, WHO HAPPENED TO BE THE LAST MAN ON EARTH! Charles picked up a heavy book end off the table and crashed it through A gust of wind from the outside breezed through the shattered opening, attacking his olfactory patch with the retching smell of decaying flesh. Charles ignored it. Even smells had lost their customary meanings. " Maybe I'm not the last! The thought struck him with suddenness, promisingly, edged with swelling comfort to fill his emptiness. As he turned to leave, he noticed again the woman lying in radiant gently on the forehead. As he straightened up, his leg caught against her arm, pushing it slightly. The woman's arm slipped from its position and dangled from the edge of the bed like a crazy pendulum. Charles to pull the sheet over her nude form, then stopped, smiling at his scientific laboratories chained to a perpetual rodent-cycle began to complain bitterly. cope with the situation. The president of the world-wide Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals committed suicide. Within a year it was obvious to everyone that man was the only animal left on earth. The panic which had begun with the death of the animals was quieted somewhat by the fact that humans seemed immune to the pandemic. But the coasts began to move inland. Sales of perfumes and deodorants soared. Then just one year ago, the first human became infected with the strange malady. Within six months, half of the world's population was gone. Less than a month ago no more than a few thousand people remained "I've got to find out," Charles told himself. He meant it, of course, but in a sense he was afraid—afraid that his trip to the Bureau might give him an answer he didn't dare listen to. "But I've got to try." He In all of his life, Charles had never once glanced at The Index. child returned to the Bureau for a recheck. It was for this latter recording that Charles had come to the Bureau some twenty-two years before and a friendly guard had let him peep briefly into the computer mechanical wonder had remained with him the rest of his life. one of them, a beautiful woman, had invited him up to her apartment, not because she liked him, but because.... alive then." Including the blond young woman who had died just this afternoon.... Charles stopped talking and forced his eyes upwards. Peripheral vision one . Charles was by himself, the last person alive in all of New York City. He began to tremble violently. The silence of the room began to press quickly in on him. His frantic fingers searched for the computer Alone. Alone! Charles screamed. The bottom dropped out from under him! Why? human nature. Why. The drive of curiosity. Stronger, in a way, than the so-called "basic" drives: hunger, thirst, sex, shelter, warmth, animals, when he first asked the question: "Why?" But thinking about "why" didn't answer the question itself, Charles Why. His mind kept returning to the question. Of all the people on member, but not a good one. Could that be it? Could the most normal be the most perfect? Had he led the best of all possible lives? Was that it? Had God, in His infinite wisdom and mercy, spared his life, saved Charles sighed. What about—? Chance. That was it! The laws of probability, the bell-shaped curve, concerning cause and effect. Simply explain it by chance. Somebody had to be the last to go and that was— "No," Charles said, standing up in the quiet of the spring evening. "No, chance won't do it. No man can reckon with chance. The mind rejects such things. There must be something beyond mere accident. Charles stopped walking suddenly. No cave, he thought. No place to sleep out the long one, no place to rest while time came to change things around and make them for the better. No place to hide. And suddenly it was the most important thing in life to him to find his Make it simple, he thought. And he finally wrote: HERE LIES THE BODY OF THE LAST MAN ON EARTH Yes. That was it. Simple. Let whoever came afterwards figure out the Charles was hungry. He got up and started for one of the restaurants go with the stone. Somehow, though, since things were ready and it didn't make too much difference, it seemed to Charles that he'd probably have a long time to wait. "Maybe it's just a disease, and I'm immune. I was immune to smallpox. The vaccination never took. That's probably it." He smiled. Strange, but now he wanted very much to go on living, He wouldn't mind it so much. But he wanted more and more desperately The tantalizing thought of "why" puzzled its way back into his mind. opportunity for hunting down the answer. This seemed good to him, for now he thought he almost had the answer, if there were an answer. He to the restaurant. This was the way the plague began, but—His mind quickly repressed the idea. It couldn't be the plague. He was immune! of immunity. Colors flared before his eyes, a persistent, irresistible appealed to every divinity he knew, all the time knowing it would be useless. His body, out of his voluntary control, tried to run off in all directions at once. Charles struggled to end his body's disorganized responses, to everything else seemed irrelevant: he had He concentrated on the grave he forced his body to become an unwilling gave way, he crawled. When his knees buckled, he rolled. When his stomach protested, he vomited. It made no difference. Charles refused to think. Machines, especially half-broken machines, do not think they only work. Sweating, straining, bleeding, retching, he pushed himself towards his goal, trying to add one final touch of grace The world will end, not with a bang, nor with a whimper, but with the last man's anguished cry at the unreasonableness of it all. Charles screamed. The large, invisible, ovular being that hung suspended over the Empire "Beautiful," said the first. "It went according to the strictest HERE LIES THE BODY OF THE LAST MAN ON EARTH— CHARLES J. ZZYZST GO TO HELL!

<question>:
Why isn’t Charles satisfied with the beautiful woman’s reason for having a romantic interest in him?

<options>:
A Due to their total immunity to the plague, Charles and the beautiful woman is are last people on Earth. She had no choice but to be with him.
B Due to divine designation, Charles is deemed a prophet. She only wanted to be with him for his prophecy.
C Due to the plague that has wiped out all of humanity, Charles is the last man on Earth. She had no choice but to be with him.
D Due to disease, Charles has become the last fertile man on Earth, among many living infertile. She had no choice but to be with him.

<answer>:

C