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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nor the significance of Seymour Pond's retirement. Si didn't bother to before him, Si Pond would have preferred something a bit more tangible The fact of the matter was, Si knew that his retiring had set them through decently. Well, possibly he didn't, given their standards. plenty of time to think it over. It was better to retire on a limited No. Even as Si listened to their speeches, accepted the watch and wasn't anything they could do. He had them now. He had enough Basic to keep him comfortably, by his standards, for the rest of his life. He clothing, shelter, medical care and education to sustain a low level the more pragmatic advantages such as complete retirement after but six made his six trips. He is now legally eligible for retirement. He was drafted into the working force reserves, served his time, and is now "You must realize, my dear Lofting, that our Si Pond is nothing more Si Pond was a great believer in the institution of the spree. Any excuse would do. Back when he had finished basic education at the age name pulled. But when it had been, Si had celebrated. When he had been informed that his physical and mental qualifications were such that he was eligible for the most dangerous occupation in Each time Si returned from one of his own runs, he celebrated. A spree, Now it was all over. At the age of thirty he was retired. Law prevented him from ever being called up for contributing to the country's labor not. You had your Inalienable Basic stock, didn't you? What else did It had come as a surprise when he'd been drafted for the labor force. It finally became ludicrous when employees of industry were working The only fair thing was to let the technologically unemployed remain unemployed, with their Inalienable Basic stock as the equivalent of unemployment insurance, while the few workers still needed put in a reasonable number of hours a day, a reasonable number of weeks a year and a reasonable number of years in a life time. When new employees were needed, a draft lottery was held. fell in with some second rate mopsy and usually wound up in a third Thus, Si was vaguely aware, it had always been down through the must leave his home for distant lands, returning only periodically and usually with the salary of lengthy, weary periods of time to be spent Si was going to do it differently this time. To start off, he dressed with great care in the honorable retirement-rank suit he had so recently purchased. His space pin he attached carefully to the lapel. That was a good beginning, he decided. needed. Those few who did contribute were awarded honors, decorations, titles. Attired satisfactorily, Si double-checked to see that his credit card was in his pocket. As an after-thought, he went over to the auto-apartment's teevee-phone, flicked it on, held the card to the would. His monthly dividends were due in another week or so, and he wouldn't have to worry about current expenses. Yes, indeedy, Si Pond He opened the small, closet-like door which housed his vacuum-tube two-seater, and wedged himself into the small vehicle. He brought down shot, and Si took the involuntary breath from which only heroes could Manhattan. The shuttling began again, and one or two more traversing sub-shots. Finally, the dash threw a green light and Si opened the canopy and stepped into his hotel room. A voice said gently, "If the quarters are satisfactory, please present your credit card within ten minutes." Si took his time. Not that he really needed it. It was by far the most swank suite he had ever seen. One wall was a window of whatever size the guest might desire and Si touched the control that dilated it to the full. His view opened in such wise that he could see both the table, nor to check the endless potables on the autobar list. All that, he well knew, would be superlative. Besides, he didn't plan to dine or do much drinking in his suite. He made a mock leer. Not unless he managed to acquire some feminine companionship, that was. He looked briefly into the swimming pool and bath, then flopped himself happily onto the bed. It wasn't up to the degree of softness he presently desired, and he dialed the thing to the ultimate in that direction so that with a laugh he sank almost out of sight into the He came back to his feet, gave his suit a quick patting so that it fell into press and, taking his credit card from his pocket, put it against the teevee-phone screen and pressed the hotel button so that registration could be completed. For a moment he stood in the center of the floor, in thought. Take it around in second-class groggeries, no eating in automated luncheterias. the grand manner. No cloddy was Si Pond. He decided a drink was in order to help him plan his strategy. A drink at the hotel's famous Kudos Room where celebrities were reputed to be a dime a dozen. He left the suite and stepped into one of the elevators. He said, "Kudos Room." The auto-elevator murmured politely, "Yes, sir, the Kudos Room." At the door to the famous rendezvous of the swankiest set, Si paused a moment and looked about. He'd never been in a place like this, either. However, he stifled his first instinct to wonder about what this was going to do to his current credit balance with an inner grin and made his way to the bar. There was actually a bartender. Si Pond suppressed his astonishment and said, offhand, attempting an air of easy sophistication, "Slivovitz Sour." "Yes, sir." The drinks in the Kudos Room might be concocted by hand, but Si noticed they had the routine teevee screens built into the bar for payment. He put his credit card on the screen immediately before him when the to his highest expectations, and then swiveled slightly on his stool to take a look at the others present. who occupied the stool two down from him. Si Pond blinked. He blinked She looked at him coldly, turned to the bartender and murmured, "A Far Out Cooler, please, Fredric." Then deliberately added, "I thought the Kudos Room was supposed to be exclusive." There was nothing the bartender could say to that, and he went about building the drink. Si cleared his throat. "Hey," he said, "how about letting this one be Si, disconcerted by the sudden reversal, said, "Yeah ... sure." Si," he said. "Everybody calls me Si." "Si," Si said, gratified. Holy Zoroaster, he'd never seen anything current sex symbols, but never in person. "Call me Si," he said again. "I been called Si so long, I don't even know who somebody's talking to Si Pond was surprised. "Cried?" he said. "Well, why? I was kind of Si was expansive. "Why, sure. In the Space Department we don't have much time for formality. Everybody's just Si, and Doc, and Jim. Like "Well," Si said modestly, "two of my runs were only to the Moon." world trained to pilot a space craft. And here you were, retiring." Si grunted. "Yeah. That's all part of the Doc's scheme to get me to Si said, "Look, how about another drink?" "Si," Si said. He motioned to the bartender with a circular twist of Si chuckled. "A real buff, eh? You know, it's kind of funny. I was after my first run and I found out what space cafard was." She frowned. "I don't believe I know much about that." Sitting in the Kudos Room with the most beautiful girl to whom he had ever talked, Si could be nonchalant about the subject. "Old Gubelin

<question>:
What context shows that Si was able to retire from the working force reserves with honorable rank?

<options>:
A He purchased and dressed in the honorable retirement-rank suit.
B He was granted access into the vacuum-tube two-seater for transportation.
C His receipt of Basic onto his credit card that would fund all of his necessities.
D He was permitted to enter the Kudos Room at the hotel.

<answer>:

A