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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"But the book is due! The Conference speech—" Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] But a few revisions could change all that—" He rubbed his hands together thoughtfully. "How about it, Jack? Do we have nerve enough to be laughed at? Do you think we could stand a little discredit, making silly asses of ourselves? Because when I finish this book, we'll be laughed out of existence. There won't be any Authority in psionics for a while—and maybe that way one of the lads who's really sniffing out with a sigh. "All right, Jack—what's wrong?" "This kid is driving me nuts," said Dorffman through clenched teeth. "He's gone completely hay-wire. Nobody's been able to get near him for three weeks, and now at six o'clock this morning he decides he's leaving the Farm. I talk to him, I sweat him down, I do everything but tie him to the bed, and I waste my time. He's leaving the Farm. Period." think we'll send a carbon copy out Chicago way. Might even persuade "Get a pad, get a pencil! We've got work to do. And when we finish, I "No. Oh, no!" "Then what?" You need it badly. It would hurt you a great deal if you took it off, away from the Farm." three weeks ?" "I know, I know." Lessing chewed his lip. "I don't like it. We'd better set up a battery on him and try to spot the trouble. And I'm afraid you'll have to set it up. I've got that young Melrose from Chicago to deal with this morning—the one who's threatening to upset the whole Conference next month with some crazy theories he's been playing with. I'll probably have to take him out to the Farm to shut him up." Lessing downstairs." "Full psi precautions?" asked Dorffman. "Certainly! And Jack—in this case, be sure of it. If Tommy's in the trouble I think he's in, we don't dare risk a chance of Adult Contact from Roberts Bros., announcing another shift of deadline on the book, get back to work again. The other letter cheered him a bit more. It bore the letterhead of the International Psionics Conference: speaker at the Conference in Chicago on October 12th. A few remarks in discussion of your forthcoming book would be entirely in order— earlier papers had only hinted at the direction he was going—but the stronghold of psionic research at last. And face to face with the Master in the trembling flesh!" course, I've seen old dried-up Authorities before—but never before a brand spanking new one, just fresh out of the pupa, so to speak!" "I think you'd better wait before you do that," Melrose said sharply, "because I'm planning to take you apart at the Conference next month Connecticut and see for myself how much pressure these experimental controls you keep talking about will actually bear. But mostly, I want to see just what in psionic hell you're so busy making yourself an Authority about." There was no laughter in the man's sharp brown eyes. "You couldn't touch me with a ten foot pole at this conference," snapped Lessing. we happen to have a staggering body of evidence that says that it's true." "So far, we haven't found any way to set up logical controls," said Melrose. "We've done a lot of work on it, too." "Oh, yes—I've heard about your work. Not bad, really. A little misdirected, is all." "According to your Theory, that is." "Wildly unorthodox approach to psionics—but at least you're energetic enough." "We haven't been energetic enough to find an orthodox approach that got us anywhere. We doubt if you have, either. But maybe we're all wrong." Melrose grinned unpleasantly. "We're not unreasonable, your Majesty. We "I've got 'til New Year." Lessing shouted for his girl. "Get Dorffman up here. We're going to the Farm this afternoon." Ten minutes later they rode the elevator down to the transit levels and boarded the little shuttle car in the terminal below the rapid-transit channels beneath the great city, swinging northward in the express circuit through Philadelphia and Camden sectors, surfacing briefly in Trenton sector, then dropping underground once again for the long pull beneath Newark, Manhattan and Westchester sectors. In less through the afternoon sun. "I just finished the prelims. He's not cooperating." something ." "Oh, yes. We certainly were." "That's right," said Lessing. "We don't." all. It's not inconceivable that the children got to have a working hypothesis to guide us." quality of the human mind. Just as the ability to think logically in a crisis instead of giving way to panic is a differentiating quality." "Fine," said Melrose. "Great. We can't prove that, of course, but I'll play along." have the Farm—to try to discover why. What forces that potential underground? What buries it so deeply that adult human beings can't get at it any more?" "And you think you have an answer," said Melrose. you our answer." substance, connected to a simple pocket-sized power source. "The major problem," Lessing said, "has been to shield the children them to. Our goal is a perfectly controlled psi environment. The monitors are quite effective—a simple Renwick scrambler screen." "Which may not be very far." They crossed into the next building, where classes were in progress. top-ranking curriculum—your idea of a 'country day school' wasn't so far afield at that—with scholarships supported by Hoffman Center funds. Other children come to us—foundlings, desertees, children from where they can develope what potential they have— without the in a large room. moments. "Those three seem to work as a team, somehow. Each one, individually, had a fairly constant recordable psi potential of about seventeen on the arbitrary scale we find useful here. Any two of them scale in at thirty-four to thirty-six. Put the three together and they operate somewhere in the neighborhood of six hundred on the same scale." Lessing smiled. "This is an isolated phenomenon—it doesn't hold for any other three children on the Farm. Nor did we make any effort to of place.... to see what I'm driving at," he said slowly. "Yes," said Melrose. "I think I'm beginning to see." He scratched his jaw. "You think that it's adult psi-contact that drives the child's "But that wouldn't make any difference, would it? The blocks still fall down." "I would." "And as an Authority on psionic behavior patterns," said Melrose Lessing and Dorffman rode back to the Hoffman Center in grim silence. see him go, Lessing thought, and tried to force the thin, angry man firmly out of his mind. But somehow Melrose wouldn't force. "Stop worrying about it," Dorffman urged. "He's a crackpot. He's crawled way out on a limb, and now he's afraid your theory is going to cut it off under him. Well, that's his worry, not yours." Dorffman's "He seems defends them for all he's worth ." "But why shouldn't he?" that counts." "But we know you're right," Dorffman protested. "Do we?" "Of course we do! Look at our work! Look at what we've seen on the Farm." "What happened?" before. There must be an error." "Of course," said Lessing. "According to the theory. The theory says that adult psi-contact is deadly to the growing child. It smothers their potential through repeated contact until it dries up completely. We've proved that, haven't we? Time after time. Everything goes bloomed." Lessing sank down to his desk wearily. "What are we going to we'd never counted on. It's something the theory just doesn't allow for." They sat silently for a while. Then Dorffman said: "What are you going

<question>:
Where is the conference next month?

<options>:
A Illinois
B New Jersey
C Connecticut
D Pennsylvania

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A