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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psychotic. He was nutty enough to think he could make an atom bomb out of modeling clay! crafts shop. Two muscular and bored attendants in spotless whites, prospects for the pennant. institution. The crafts building was a good mile away from the main She stopped behind a frowning, intense patient, rapidly shaping blobs of The flying fingers continued to whip out the bits of shaped clay as the but firmly. "You've been coming along famously and you must remember to answer when someone talks to you. Now what are you making? It looks very Without looking up from his bench he muttered a reply. "Atom bomb." A puzzled look crossed the therapist's face. "Pardon me, Mr. Funston. I thought you said an 'atom bomb.'" "Did," Funston murmured. At the clay table, Funston feverishly fabricated the last odd-shaped bit When she had completed her rounds, she slipped out of the smock, tucked mess hall. The sun set, darkness fell over the stilled hospital grounds and the ward lights winked out at nine o'clock, leaving just a single light burning in each ward office. A quiet wind sighed over the still-warm sheltered the deserted crafts building. The brilliance of a hundred suns glared in the night and threw stark shadows on the walls of the suddenly-illuminated ward. An instant later, the shattering roar and blast of the explosion struck the hospital buildings in a wave of force and the bursting crash of a thousand windows was lost in the fury of the explosion and the wild screams of the frightened and demented patients. It was over in an instant, and a stunned moment later, recessed ceiling the arts and crafts building. Thaddeus Funston took his hands from his face and lay back in his bed with a small, secret smile on his lips. Attendants and nurses scurried through the hospital, seeing how many had been injured in the explosion. None had. The hills had absorbed most of the shock and apart from a welter of broken glass, the damage had been surprisingly slight. The roar and flash of the explosion had lighted and rocked the surrounding countryside. Soon firemen and civil defense disaster units from a half-dozen neighboring communities had gathered at the still-smoking hole that marked the site of the vanished crafts building. Within fifteen minutes, the disaster-trained crews had detected heavy radiation emanating from the crater and there was a scurry of men and equipment back to a safe distance, a few hundred yards away. At 5:30 a.m., a plane landed at a nearby airfield and a platoon of At 5:45 a.m. a cordon was thrown around both the hospital and the blast In Ward 4-C, Thaddeus Funston slept peacefully and happily. "It's impossible and unbelievable," Colonel Thomas Thurgood said for the "How can an atom bomb go off in a nut house?" "It apparently was a very small bomb, colonel," one of the haggard AEC men offered timidly. "Not over three kilotons." "I don't care if it was the size of a peanut," Thurgood screamed. "How A military intelligence agent spoke up. "If we knew, sir, we wouldn't be standing around here. We don't know, but the fact remains that it WAS an atomic explosion." Thurgood turned wearily to the small, white-haired man at his side. "Let's go over it once more, Dr. Crane. Are you sure you knew everything that was in that building?" Thurgood swept his hand in the general direction of the blast crater. and clay. If you can make an atomic bomb from vermillion pigments, then "All I know is that you say this was a crafts building. O.K. So it was," Thurgood sighed. "I also know that an atomic explosion at 3:02 this morning blew it to hell and gone. "And I've got to find out how it happened." Thurgood slumped into a field chair and gazed tiredly up at the little Outside the tent, a small army of military men and AEC technicians moved every tiny scrap that might have been a part of the building at one time. expression. "He did make an atom bomb," she cried. Colonel Thurgood, who had snapped from his chair at her words, leaped At 4:00 p.m., the argument was still raging in the long, narrow staff Colonel Thurgood, looking more like a patient every minute, sat on the edge of his chair at the head of a long table and pounded with his fist on the wooden surface, making Miss Abercrombie's chart book bounce with every beat. "It's ridiculous," Thurgood roared. "We'll all be the laughingstocks of the world if this ever gets out. An atomic bomb made out of clay. You are all nuts. You're in the right place, but count me out." At his left, Miss Abercrombie cringed deeper into her chair at the broadside. Down both sides of the long table, psychiatrists, physicists, strategists and radiologists sat in various stages of nerve-shattered weariness. continued, "there was nothing inside the ball but other pieces of clay." another chance to repeat his bomb. But this time under our supervision." Thurgood leaped to his feet, his face purpling. "Are you crazy?" he screamed. "You want to get us all thrown into this ever got wind of the fact, that for one, tiny fraction of a second, anyone of us here entertained the notion that a paranoidal idiot with the IQ of an ape could make an atomic bomb out of kid's modeling clay? "They'd crucify us, that's what they'd do!" At 8:30 that night, Thaddeus Funston, swathed in an Army officer's later, the car pulled into the flying field at the nearby community and secrecy under the National Atomic Secrets Act, bundled Thaddeus aboard Miss Abercrombie. "Now you're positive this is just about the same amount and the same kind of clay he used before?" Thurgood signaled to the doctors and they entered the shack with "Now isn't this nice, Mr. Funston," she said. "These nice men have brought us way out here just to see you make another atom bomb like the one you made for me yesterday." shack and then spotted the clay on the table. Without hesitation, he clay, making first the hollow, half-round shell while the nation's top His busy fingers flew through the clay, shaping odd, flat bits and clay parts that were dropped almost aimlessly into the open hemisphere in front of him. There was a moment of hushed silence and then pandemonium burst. The experts converged on the clay ball, instruments blossoming from nowhere For two hours they studied and gently probed the mass of child's clay "I told you this whole thing was asinine," Thurgood snarled as the A brilliance a hundred times brighter than the glaring Nevada sun lit the dim interior of the bunker and the pneumatically-operated door slammed shut just before the wave of the blast hit the structure. Six hours and a jet plane trip later, Thaddeus, once again in his strait closeted with a gray-faced and bone-weary Colonel Thurgood and his glance at the rumpled figure of Colonel Thurgood. "I've listened to some silly stories in my life, colonel," the general said coldly, "but this takes the cake. You come in here with an insane there and tell me that this poor soul has made not one, but two atomic devices out of modeling clay and then has detonated them." In the distance, a white cloud began billowing up from the base of the Washington Monument, and with an ear-shattering, glass-splintering roar, on a tail of flame. THE END

<question>:
What is Thurgood's primary fear regarding the explosion at the arts and crafts building?

<options>:
A Job demotion
B Additional detonations
C Radiation poisoning
D Reputational damage

<answer>:

D