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

<passage>:
who knew chevrolet were so woke Sara lets the Lyft park itself in the drive, lets out a sigh, and tweets i can't believe they did that, so amazing Hang on, are they taking about the same ad? "It's fine, there was no need. I didn't want to put any-" "But you shouldn't be wasting money, not with how much rent you pay and-" Jesus. Not this already. "Mom. I can afford a cab ride. I'm not that much of a failure." A large, child's rendition of the American flag. Sara smiles. They hold each other for a few long seconds, rubbing and squeezing each other as the Lyft silently backs itself out of the driveway. When they part it's Mom's hand that's on the bag's handle. Voiceover: Keeping America safe means never sleeping, but keeping America great means never forgetting who we are, and how we got here. Fade to black. Chevrolet logo. White text against black. 'We know what really makes America great' For a few seconds Sara is alone in the hallway, the smell of cooking meat coming from one doorway, the sound of rolling news from another. She shakes her head, kicks off shoes, tucks hair behind her ears. Braces herself. "The Chevrolet ad?" "Good flight?" "No Dad, of course not." He grins back at her. "Like Super Bowl ads?" The war spills out of Fox News, casualty figures scrolling across monochrome drone footage, attack helicopters circling over Caracas apartment blocks, pundits with bronzed skin and immaculate blond hair smiling from four-way split screens. "So you just got a cab?" "How much did that cost?" "Not much. Really. I can afford-" "Cabs are expensive. You shouldn't be wasting your money." "It wasn't expensive. It wasn't a cab, it was a Lyft." "One of those driverless things?" "Yeah." Ad break. An elderly couple ride a tandem bicycle through a park, laughing and smiling in Instagram-perfect sunshine, as a calm, relaxing voice lists the potentially lethal side effects of a diabetes drug. "Yeah." Dad shakes his head. "I don't know how you can use those things. I don't trust them." "Dad, they're perfectly safe." There's a brief second, a fleeting moment, where Sara can bite her lip, let it go. She misses it. "But I thought it was immigrants that are stealing people's jobs?" "That's not what I mean. They're stealing people's jobs." But it's too late. "Well I'm sure they'll be fine." She regrets the sarcasm as soon as she hears it in her own voice, but she still can't stop herself, like it's expected, like it's part of the routine. Part of their schtick. "They just got to get themselves out there, huh Dad? Pull themselves up by their bootstraps. That's the American way, right?" From three different directions, three different Chevrolet jeeps appear, screeching to a halt, kicking up dust. From them jump Border Patrol agents and Minutemen militia, guns drawn and ready. The gang of men don't even put up a fight. They know they're surrounded, they drop their weapons and pathetically raise their hands. "I'm glad you think this is funny, I really do. But what you New York types need to realise is-" Voiceover: Keeping America safe means never sleeping, but keeping America great means never forgetting who we are, and what keeps us strong. Sara turns back to the TV, to watching the war, to trying to work out which one it is. Fade to black. Chevrolet logo. White text against black. 'We know what really makes America great' Fox, Breitbart News, Family Values TV, Info Wars, The Rebel, Glenn Beck, The Voice of America, America First, The Bible Today Dinner is Mom's meatloaf, with gravy and mashed potatoes. Cornbread and broccoli. Every mouthful tastes like nostalgia, and Sara can feel herself being encompassed by a bubble, this barrier of warm air and long forgotten simplicity enveloping her body, protecting her from the confusion of the world outside. Sara laughs, covering her mouth as she nearly chokes on chewed food. "What? No they don't Dad." "Dad, no. Just no. Trust me." "-because they are the world's largest manufacturers of solar panels. But the research has been done. The scientific evidence is out there. Look it up." Reluctantly, she takes it. His Facebook feed. Somewhere in the middle of it is the article, a very to the point CHINESE SOLAR PANELS CAUSE CANCER headline. But she can't even focus on it, because the rest of the screen is filled with distractions, looping videos and animated gifs, all adverts, and all for guns. Or security systems. Panic rooms. Back up power generators. Emergency rations. More guns. "Jesus Christ Dad, these ads!" "They show me this stuff because they've got products to sell. That's how the economy works. That's how we create jobs. Godammit Sara, are you telling me you hate advertising now? Do you just hate everything about America?" "What things? Solar panel cancer?" "Don't joke Sara, I'm serious. There's a lot that bothers him. The state of the world. The future. All these damn wars." "And the ads! The Super Bowl ads! You know how much he loves watching the new ads with you. It's a stupid thing, sure, but he loves it. Talks about it all the time. It's like a tradition to him. That's why he got so upset over dinner when you got angry at his ads. It's something special he has with you, he doesn't want to lose it." It's the second down on the Falcon's 60 yard line with 30 yards to cover, and the Lions need one touchdown to equalise. Sara and her Dad are sat in the front room, working their way through a family sized pack of Oreos, when the ad break starts. Cut to: airfield, the desert. The distinctive silhouette of a Predator drone taxis across the screen, rising heat shimmering the air around it. Cut to: interior of the trailer. The faceless figure works controls, the joysticks, touch screens. Voiceover: They say you need to get up pretty early to get past America's finest. But the truth is we never sleep. "Fuck this," says Sara, getting up from her seat. "Sara!" says Mom. "Sara!" Mom makes to get up. Out in the kitchen Sara sits at the table and wants to scream. She's angry, mainly with herself. She should never have fucking come here. She should have known better. There was never any fucking way anything good was going to come from this. As much as Mom wants to romanticise things, to make them sound cute and adorable, the truth is shit with Dad has never been right since she was a teenager. Too much resentment, too much bad blood, too much control and rebellion. They hadn't agreed on anything - they hadn't managed to have a simple conversation that didn't descend into fighting - in 15 goddamn years, and no amount of eating cookies and watching fucking Super Bowl ads on the TV was going to fix that. holy shit that chevrolet ad /fire emoji

<question>:
In Sara's version of the Chevrolet ad, what is implied as the thing that makes America great?

<options>:
A freedom of speech
B freedom of religion
C diverse inhabitants
D affordable vehicles

<answer>:

C