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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was to laugh! For Click and Irish were marooned on the pirate's asteroid—their only weapons a single gun and a news-reel camera. [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from actor are you?" "That's a silly question." "You only have to do three things. Walk with your gun out in front of and fall down dead. Number three is to clutch at your side, fall down questioningly dark eyes, and his scrawny body was lost in folds of against your eighty-five." nearest thing, and held on. You came hunting for a space-raider and you ended up cradled in a slab-sized Irishman's arms, diving at a hunk of "Is this pursued to the death by the Beasts. One of you escaped, it seemed." Five hundred Patrolmen in one long, incredible line, carrying paralysis "Get out there, you men! Throw them back! We're outnumbered!" film, or an audience. Like this one, dammit! Like this one! His thinking "Well, I'll at least have a few good scenes on film. I'll—" whirred. "Low angle shot Interplanetary Patrolman emerges unscathed from asteroid crackup. Swell stuff. I'll get a raise for this!" "From the toe of me boot!" snarled Marnagan brusquely. Oxen shoulders flexed inside his vac-suit. "I might've died in there, and you nursin' that film-contraption!" Hathaway felt funny inside, suddenly. "I never thought of that. of dusty red hair. "And I promised the boys at Luna Base this time I'd capture that Gunther lad!" His voice stopped and the silence spoke. suffocation a better death...? . And then some way back to Earth." Hathaway went on saying his thoughts: "This is Gunther's work. He's here somewhere, probably laughing his guts out at the job he did us. to Earth. I.P.'s Irish Marnagan, temporarily indisposed by a pirate whose dirty face has never been seen, Gunther by name, finally wins much to see, but it was better than standing still, waiting. ?" ?" numerous legs and gnashing mandibles, brown-black creatures, some toward the mouth a small cave. "This way, fella!" Hathaway made it first, Marnagan bellowing just behind him. "They're too big they can't get us in here!" Click's voice gasped it out, as Marnagan squeezed his two-hundred-fifty pounds beside him. Instinctively, Hathaway added, "Asteroid monsters! My camera! What a scene!" eh, Click?" will we be doing with these uninvited guests at our door?" "Which one will you be having?" asked Irish, casually. "A red one or a blue one?" me doing it. Joking in the face of death." "Me father taught me "Then," retorted Marnagan, "we'll develop it for our own benefit negotiations betwixt me and these pixies." that proves it. Gunther's short on men. So, what's he do he builds an asteroid-base, and drags ships down. Space war isn't perfect yet, guns don't prime true in space, trajectory is lousy over long distances. So what's the best weapon, which dispenses with losing valuable, rare ships and a small bunch of men? unseen ships simply crash, that's all. A subtle hand, with all aces." Marnagan rumbled. "Where is the dirty son, then!" wounds caused at the crackup. If they survive all that—the animals then." it out to its full twenty inch length, held it to the light while it "Huh?" "It's a strange process'll develop my picture and ignore the asteroid monsters complete." "What!" with pretending to be happy in front of nothing . Maybe— "If my theory is correct I'll do it, unafraid," said Click. it'll be me does the going." "Why not?" "You'd be going on my say-so." "Ain't your say-so good enough for me?" "Yes. Sure. Of course. I guess—" for teaching Junior Patrolmen how to act in tough spots. First-hand education. Poke another spool of film in that contraption and give me profile a scan. This is lesson number seven: Daniel Walks Into The Lion's Den." Think it hard. There aren't any animals—" "What do they say...? Oh, yeah. Action. Lights. Camera!" "And to think we let them hole us in that way, Click Hathaway, you coward!" "I'll take it up with the Board, lad." of his set-up. Explorers who land here inadvertently, are chased back kill them." "Think not, Mr. Marnagan? As long as we believed in them they could have frightened us to death, forced us, maybe, to commit suicide. If that isn't being dangerous—" Gunther's Base, fight our way in, and get fresh oxy-cannisters." Click attached his camera to his mid-belt. "Gunther probably thinks we're dead by now. Everyone else's been fooled by his playmates they never had a chance to disbelieve them." "If it hadn't been for you taking them pictures, Click—" "Come back? How?" "They're waiting, just outside the aura of our thoughts, and if we believe in them again, they'll return." Marnagan didn't like it. "Won't—won't they kill us—if they come—if in them to a . Psychologically they can both be seen and " Do we, now?" "With twenty minutes left, maybe less—" Think it over and over." Marnagan cursed. "All right, lad. Let's have at it!" in malevolent anticipation about the two men. sending station for these telepathic brutes. Come on!" faces, silvery fat bodies misting as he plowed through them. forget." Marnagan showed his teeth. "Gah! Let a flea have all the fun? And besides, Click, I like to look at them. They're pretty." Evidently the telepathic source lay there. They approached it warily. "We'll be taking our chances on guard," hissed Irish. "I'll go ahead, draw their attention, maybe get captured. Then, "We'll chance it, then. You stick here until I see what's ahead. They The strange harsh voice said, "That's better. Don't try and pick that How'd you get past the animals?" receiving One and listening to Marnagan's lying voice: swimming darkly, his lungs crammed with pain-fire and hell-rockets. He A tunnel curved, ending in light, and two men silhouetted in that wanted, anway. A nice sordid death." "Don't move!" he snapped. "I've got a weapon stronger than yours. One acting." "What!" hid him in a huge trash receptacle. "Where he belongs," observed Irish tersely. They found themselves in a complete inner world an asteroid nothing more than a honey-comb fortress sliding through the void unchallenged. Perfect front for a raider who had little equipment and was cargo. The animals served simply to insure against suspicion and the swarms of tourists that filled the void these days. Small fry weren't wanted. They were scared off. The telepathic sending station for the animals was a great bank of "So here we are, still not much better off than we were," growled up any moment. You think we could refocus this doohingey, project the monsters inside the asteroid to fool the pirates themselves?" "What good would that do?" Hathaway gnawed his lip. "They wouldn't fool the engineers who created them, you nut."

<question>:
Based on your interpretation of the passage, of the following options who do you think would most likely be interested in reading it?

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A A luddite who thinks even discussing technology is frustrating.
B A well-read teenager with a penchant for thrilling adventure stories.
C An avid reader of romance novels set in sci-fi locations.
D An elementary schooler who likes outer space.

<answer>:

B