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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centuries ... to a dark blue world whose only defense was to seal tight the prying minds of foolish interlopers. "Your name is David Corbin. Do you understand?" rush of anxiety. "No." I shouted a protest against the strangeness of the room. I looked to the right, my eyes following the curving ceiling that started at the cot. The curve met another straight bulkhead on the left. I was in a small room, gray in color, like dull metal. Overhead a bright light burned into my vision. I wondered where in the universe I was. "Your name is David Corbin. If you understand, press button A on your right." I stared at the speaker in the wall. The mesh-covered hole and the two long. I pushed away from the warm metal and the floor moved up to meet me. "If you understand, press button A on your right." What should I understand? That I was floating in a room that had a curved wall ... that nothing was right in this hostile room? When I reached the cot I held it and drew myself down. I glanced at the planes of the room, trying to place it with other rooms I could see in my mind. Gray walls with a crazy curved ceiling ... a door to my left that appeared to be air tight. "Your name is David Corbin." 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 motion and stopped against a door at the end. Behind me I could see the opened door I had left, and the thought of that questioning voice made me want to move. I swung the door open, catching a glimpse of a room crowded with equipment and.... I will always remember the scream of terror, the paralyzing fright of press against the glass, blobs of fire against a black curtain burning into my eyes and brain. 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.... David Corbin. "Your name is David Corbin. If you understand, press button A on your Pain burned along my leg but I couldn't stop. In the first panic of waking up in strangeness I had missed the other doors in the passage. The first swung back to reveal a deep closet holding five bulky suits. The second room was like my own. A dark haired, deep chested man lay on the cot. His muscular body was secured by a wide belt. He was as still as death, motionless without warmth or breath as I hovered over him. I couldn't remember his face. The next room held another man. He was young and wiry, like an athlete cast in marble, dark haired and big jawed. A glassy eye stared up when 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 that squatted on a shelf by his head. My hand shook when I touched instruments, glittering equipment. There was no feeling of disorder or use in the room. It waited for human hands to make it operate. Not mine. Not now. room was filled with equipment that formed a room out of the bordered area I stood in. I sat in the deep chair facing the panel of dials and thought of time again. I was supposed to act according to ... plan. Did that mean ... in time ... in time. I went back down the passageway. The fourth small room was the same. Except for the woman. She lay on a cot, young and beautiful, even in the death-like immobility I had come to accept. Her beauty was graceful lines of face and her figure—smooth tapering legs, soft curves that were carved out of flesh colored stone. Yet not stone. I held her small hand, then put it back on the cot. Her attire was brief like the rest of us, shorts and a man's shirt. Golden hair curled up around her lovely face. I wondered if she would ever 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. the engine or engines took up half the ship, cut off from the forward half by the instrument studded shield. I retraced my steps and took a rough estimate of size. The ship, as I called it, was at least four hundred feet long, fifty feet in diameter on the inside. 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 been reborn. I laughed bitterly, thinking about the aptness of that. I had literally been reborn in this room, equipped with half ideas, and Minutes later I realized the apparatus by the cot was different. It was the same type of black box, but out from it was a metal arm, bent in the room, as I pictured the action of the extended arm. I lost my sudden elation in the cabin where the girl lay. The box behind her head was completely closed, and it didn't yield to the pressure I applied. manually I was lost. I had no knowledge of what to inject or where to look for it. The chamber of the needle that had awakened me was empty. That meant a measured amount. In the laboratory on the lower level I went over the rows of cans and I went back to the cabin where the powerful man lay. I had to risk 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 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." quarters. "What about her. Why is she here?" I asked my companion. He lifted the cover from the apparatus. "She's the chemist in the crew." frightened by the lack of clothing we wore, by the bleak room. Her eyes circled the room. "I'm afraid," she cried. I held her and she shook uncontrollably. "What's happened to me?" she asked. The dark haired man came into the room, silent and watchful. My "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 I indicated the ship. "Where in creation are we going?" you can picture it, but we're going about one hundred thousand miles an hour." "Through space?" "Yes." "Yes. That's why we can cross space to a near star." "How long ago was it?" "It was set at about a hundred years, sir. Doesn't that fit at all?" "I can't believe it's possible." John answered for me. "First we've got to find out where we are. I know this ship but I can't fly it." "Can I?" I asked. We set up a temporary plan of action. Paul took Karen to the laboratory control room and watched John at the panel. "I wish I knew what you were doing," I said savagely. "Give it time." "We can't spare any, can we?" I asked. "She's in the lab. I don't think that will do much good. She's got to be shocked out of a mental state like that." "I guess you're right," he said slowly. "She's trained to administer "How old are you, John?" "Twenty-eight." "What about me?" room. "Turn the ship. There's something dead ahead." about food. We're supposed to be checked before we eat." "We'll have to go ahead without it. Any change?" "No, I put her to bed. Shall I bring food?" I glanced at John. He rubbed his stomach. "Yes," I answered. "Bring it

<question>:
Where was David?

<options>:
A Dead
B On Earth
C A weightless spaceship
D A small room

<answer>:

C