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

<passage>:
centuries ... to a dark blue world whose only defense was to seal tight the prying minds of foolish interlopers. I heard the voice as I opened my eyes. I was lying down, still not my sluggish mind, thinking about an answer. The muscles in my throat tightened up in reflex as I tried to bring some unity into the jumble of thoughts and ideas that kept forming. One word formed out of the rush of anxiety. I threw it off and pushed myself up from the hard cot. I heard myself I was weightless. nothing to me, but I thought about it, watching the relentless lights that shone below the dials. I stood up slowly and looked at myself. I was naked except for heavy shorts, and there was no clue to my name in the pockets. The room was warm and the air I had been breathing was good but it seemed wrong to be dressed like this. I didn't know why. I It was effortless to move. I turned on my side like a swimmer and went hand over hand, shooting down the corridor. I braced against forward crowded with equipment and.... I will always remember the scream of terror, the paralyzing fright of It was space. I looked out at deep space, star systems in clusters. I shut my eyes. When I looked again I knew where I was. Why the little room had been shaped like quarter round. Why I drifted weightlessly. Why I was.... I knew more of the puzzle. Something was wrong. After the first shock of looking out, I accepted the fact that I was in a space ship, yet I couldn't read the maps that were fastened to a table, nor understand the function or design of the compact machinery. WHY, Why, Why? The thought kept pounding at me. I was afraid to touch anything in the room. I pressed against the clear window, wondering if I didn't. It had to help me, that flat metallic voice that repeated the I pressed the button by the cot. The red lights blinked out as I stood in patient attention, trying to outguess the voice. I recalled a phrase ... some words about precaution. Precaution against forgetting. It was crazy, but I trusted the panel. It was the only thing I saw that could help me, guard me against another shock like seeing outside of the clear portholes. "Tell me what to do," I shouted wildly. I hammered the hard metal until the pain in my hands made me stop. "I can't remember what to do." I held my bruised hands to my mouth, and I knew that was all the waking up in strangeness I had missed the other doors in the passage. others. A flat, illogical voice had instructed me to revive these men. I shivered in spite of the warmth of the room, studying the black box into the doors in the passageway and went back to the room with the portholes. Everything lay in readiness, fastened down star charts, instruments, glittering equipment. There was no feeling of disorder or hung motionless in a world of searing light. There was no distortion, no movement outside and I glanced back at the dials. What speeds were they recording? What speeds and perhaps, what distance? It was useless to translate the markings. They stood for anything I might guess, and something kept pricking my mind, telling me I had no time to guess. I thought of time again. I was supposed to act according to ... plan. Did smile or move that graceful head. I rolled back her eyelid and looked at a deep blue eye that stared back in glassy surprise. Four people in all, depending on a blind helpless fool who didn't know their names or the reason for that dependence. I sat beside her on the cot until I could stand it no longer. Searching the ship made me forget my fear. I hoped I would find some answers. I went from the nose to the last bulkhead in a frenzy of The silence was a force in itself, pressing down from the metal walls, driving me back to the comforting smallness of the room where I had the base helplessly. If some sort of antidote was to be administered manually I was lost. I had no knowledge of what to inject or where to and chemicals, testing equipment in compact drawers, but nothing marked for me. I wondered if I was an engineer or a pilot, or perhaps a doctor sent along to safeguard the others. Complete amnesia would have been terrible enough but this half knowledge, part awareness and association with the ship was a frightening force that seemed ready to break out of me. I went back to the cabin where the powerful man lay. I had to risk failure with one of them. I didn't want it to be the girl. I fought down the thought that he might be the key man, remembering the voice I stood by the man for long minutes. Finally it came. He stirred He saw it in my face, making him stop. "I can't remember dropping off to sleep," he finished. I held his hard arm. "What else? How much do you remember?" "I'm all right," he answered. "There aren't supposed to be any effects from this." name or anything about this ship." "What do you mean? What can't you remember?" he asked. He stood up slowly, edging around towards the door. I didn't want to fight him. I wanted him to understand. "Look, I'm in trouble. Nothing fits, except my name." "The others. What about the others?" he blurted. He shook his head, watching me like I was a freak. "Let's check the rest right away." "Yes. I've got to know if they are like me. I'm afraid to think they might be." "Maybe it's temporary. We can figure something out." experience were all that mattered to the brass." "It's a bad thing to do." "Okay. I'll hold the questions until we see about her." We were out of luck with the girl. She woke up and she was frightened. We questioned her and she was coherent but she couldn't remember. I tried to smile as I sat on the cot, wondering what she was thinking. uncontrollably. "I can't remember when," I said. I held the trembling girl against me, shaking my head. He glanced at the girl. "If the calculations are right it was more than a hundred years ago." We assembled in the control room for a council. We were all a little better for being together. John Croft named the others for me. I frightened and trying to remember. I wasn't in much better condition. "Look, if it comes too fast for me, while we talked. "Don't think about it," Paul said. "We can still pull this out all right if you don't lose your nerve." "What are we to do?" she asked. John answered for me. "First we've got to find out where we are. I know "Can I?" I asked. We set up a temporary plan of action. Paul took Karen to the laboratory in an effort to help her remember her job. Carl went back to divide the rations. I was to study the charts and manuals. It was better than doing "I wish I knew what you were doing," I said savagely. "Give it time." "We can't spare any, can we?" I asked. shock treatment? It sounds risky." "I know. It's the only thing I could think of. Why didn't everyone react the same?" "That had me wondering for a while. I don't know. Anyway how could you go about making her remember?" "Throw a crisis, some situation at her, I guess." like warm liquid. I hung on the intercom for support, drawing air into my heaving lungs. "What—made you—think of that," I asked weakly. "Shock treatment." "I must have acted on instinct." the intercom to open. "This is control. Listen ... everyone. I'm over about food. We're supposed to be checked before we eat." "We'll have to go ahead without it. Any change?" was right we were much closer than we wanted to be. The bright pips on the screen gave us the distance and size of the star while we fed the

<question>:
Why did everyone have to wake up?

<options>:
A Everyone had to help fly the ship so it wouldn't crash into the G type star.
B Everyone worked in pairs in the same position so they needed their partners.
C Everyone had their own job on the ship that needed doing.
D Everyone remembered small elements of what was going on and wanted to keep the information to themselves.

<answer>:

C