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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them believe it." Zeckler frowned. "And how do they regard the—the biggest Altairian stopped, producing a huge key ring from some obscure Zeckler's eyes flashed, and a huge grin broke out on his disgust. "You are a prize fool," he said finally. "Did you know " Zeckler's eyes widened. "What do you mean, fool? So I All Earthmen are absolutely incapable of telling the truth. " Puzzled frowns appeared on the jury's faces. One or two worth it! I've got three million credits sitting in the Terran to set me up for life!" Meyerhoff nodded grimly. " Consulate on Altair V, just waiting for me to walk in and pick them up. Three million credits—do you hear? That's enough spend a couple of weeks in this pneumonia trap. The deal was Rocket and grinned at the outline of Altair IV looming larger You've committed a crime here—a major crime. The Altairians Why, you should see what they tried to sell ! You've never seen such a pack of liars as these critters." He glanced up at Meyerhoff. "They'll probably drop a little fine on me and let lying they never have run up against a short-circuit like that. You've also completely botched any hope of ever setting up a trading alliance with Altair I, and that includes uranium, too. Smart people don't gamble with loaded dice. You scared them so badly they don't want anything to do with us." "Ah, well. After all, the Trading Alliance was outlook, wasn't it? What a pity!" He clucked his tongue sadly. "Me, I've got a fortune in credits sitting back at the consulate waiting for me—enough to keep me on silk for quite a while, I lint fleck from his lapel, and looked up at Zeckler slyly. "That—uh—jury trial. The Altairians weren't any too happy to Not too much—just three million credits." Zeckler went white. "But that money was in banking custody!" "Is that right? My goodness. You don't suppose they could count. Trading brought scalpers where rich and unexploited trading ground was uncovered, it con-men who could work new territories unfettered by the legal restrictions that soon closed down the more established with them. Altair I had been recognized at once by the Trading Commission as a commercial prize of tremendous value, but early reports had warned of the danger of wildcat trading on the little, musty, jungle-like planet with its shaggy, three-eyed inhabitants—warned specifically against the confidence tactics he exploded finally. "So I pulled an old con game. So what? Why should they get so excited? So I clipped a few thousand these critters didn't want bridges. They wanted land—this gooey, slimy swamp they call 'farm land.' So I gave them what they wanted. I just sold them some land." Meyerhoff nodded fiercely. "You sure did. A hundred square kilos at a swipe. Only you sold the same hundred square kilos have done—" "But what's a chunk of land?" they're not so dull. You'd have found out that they're marsupials, and that two out of five of them get thrown out of their mother's pouch before they're old enough to survive. You'd have realized that they have to start fighting for individual rights almost as soon as they're born. Anything goes, Meyerhoff grinned at the little man's horrified face. "Never heard of that, had you? And you've never heard of other things, too. You've probably never heard that there are just too many Altairians here for the food their planet can supply, and their diet is so finicky that they just can't live on anything that in their economy, not money nothing but land. To get land, it's every man for himself, and the loser starves, and their entire legal and monetary system revolves on that principle. They've built up the most confusing and impossible system of barter and trade imaginable, aimed at individual survival, with land as the value behind the credit. That explains the lying—of course they're liars, with an economy like that. They've completely missed the concept of truth. Pathological? You bet impossible and useless." He chuckled maliciously. "So you went out and found a chunk of ground in the uplands, and sold it to a dozen separate, self-centered, half-starved natives! Encroachment on private property is legal grounds for murder on this planet, and twelve of them descended on the same chunk of land at the same time, all armed with title-deeds." Meyerhoff sighed. "You've got twelve mad Altairians in your hair. You've got a mad planet in your hair. And in the meantime, Terra's most valuable uranium source in five centuries is threatening to cut off supply unless they see your blood splattered liberally all the way from here to the equator." Zeckler was visibly shaken. "Look," he said weakly, "so I Altairians attempted to push through the door at once. Zeckler Altairians filed in, in order of stature, stalking across the room in flowing black robes, pug-nosed faces glowering with self-importance. They descended upon the jury box, grunting and "We are reading the case of the people of Altair I," the "Conspiracy to overthrow the government of Altair I. Brutal after his arrival. Desecration of the Temple of our beloved Goddess Zermat, Queen of the Harvest. Conspiracy with the lesser gods to cause the unprecedented drought in the Dermatti with the accursed scum of Altair II in preparation The Altairian shrugged indifferently. "Now—later—" he lies . They're liars, the whole pack of them—" He Altairian equivalent of a hungry grin at the prosecutor. Then of the seventh crossing of Altair II (may the Goddess cast "Objection!" Zeckler squealed plaintively, jumping to his of eighteen (or was it twenty-three? Oh, yes, twenty-three) women and children in the suburban village of Karzan. The pogrom, it seemed, had been accomplished by an energy The murmur quieted down, all ears straining in their headsets to hear his words. "These charges," he continued, "all of them—they're perfectly true. At least, they seem to be perfectly soul, risking my life, for the welfare of your beautiful planet." Altair from my homeland on Terra. I—I landed on Altair II, a grave mistake, but as it turned out, a very fortunate error. planet, at the hands of those barbarians. The conspiracy is theirs, not mine. They have bribed your Goddess, flattered her and lied to her, coerced her all-powerful goodness to their own evil interests, preparing for the day when they could persuade her to cast your land into the fiery furnace of a ten-year-drought—" guffawed, until the rising tide of racket drowned out Zeckler's over the pandemonium. "Any fool knows that the Goddess can't be bribed. How could she be a Goddess if she could?" doubt, that she is the most exquisitely radiant creature in all The hisses grew louder, more belligerent. Cries of "Butcher him!" and "Scald his bowels!" rose from the courtroom. The and their Goddess." He sat down wearily. "I don't see what you can do. They want your blood, and they're going to have it. They just won't believe you, no matter

<question>:
Why was Altair regarded at once by the Trading Commission as a commercial prize of tremendous value?

<options>:
A They do not understand the loopholes in the trading laws
B They have a large amount of 'unclaimed' land
C They were an ideal location for an interplanetary prison system
D They have a large reservoir of 'unclaimed' uranium

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D