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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would soon have a moderate prosperity, yet they still lacked adequate medical and research facilities. Not all the world’s citizens were content. 135 when Zarwell arrived that ] [p hard cot, with his eyes closed, small muscles in his arms and legs. Across his wrists and thighs he felt straps binding him to the cot. blue knapsack across his shoulders. Who he was, and what he was doing 143 ] a large high-domed room, much kill him right away,” a second, less confident voice said. “It’s supposed “What do you think they’ll do with him?” “Execute him, I suppose,” the [p 136 ] harsh voice said matter-of-factly. Zarwell opened his eyes a slit to a hard granite core, only partially observe his surroundings. “They’re probably just curious to down at Zarwell. “Have a good least every twenty hours. Zarwell did not deign to acknowledge Zarwell followed his gaze to where up to the side of Zarwell’s cot. from him Zarwell had unobtrusively loosened his bonds as much as possible with arm leverage. As the supposed to be great stuff in a situation like this,” he said, his smoke-tan reassessed the odds. There were large square teeth. “How able to incapacitate two or three and break out. But the fact that Zarwell told him. about giving me a sample?” five of them, he saw. He should be the cot—and Zarwell’s left hand they had been expecting him meant He offered no resistance as they reached him. They were not gentle men. A tall relaxed. drove his fist at Zarwell’s head. raise his hands and a hard flat 144 ] “How does it tie in with what I Zarwell did not answer. His other than an introspective stillness words once again precise and meticulous. pulled back a strip of plastic cloth just below his rib cage and took out a small flat pistol. He held it in the palm of his hand. He knew now why he always carried it. “We don’t have enough to “You’re not going to …” he began at the sight of the gun. He tried again. “You must be joking.” “I have very little sense of humor,” “I don’t see why not.” Zarwell comanalysis this afternoon [p 137 ] he showed little fear. Zarwell had prestige to meet danger calmly. chatter as he administered the drug. “A scopolamine derivative that’s been well tested.” The floor beneath Zarwell’s feet Curiosity restrained his trigger finger. maintained a professional diversionary “But use that logical mind you’re supposed to have! Scenes before this have shown what kind of man patient. If he was skilled enough, he could sort the relevancies from the vast amount of chaff. We are able now, with the help of the Zarwell debated with himself the serum, to confine our discourses to matters cogent to the patient’s The floor continued its transmutation, and Zarwell sank deep into ZARWELL found himself Zarwell’s eyebrows raised. nothing here except himself—and the gun that he held in his hand. A weapon beautiful in its efficient simplicity. He should know all about the instrument, its purpose and workings, but he could not bring his thoughts into rational focus. His now. Without attention he put his pistol away in a trouser pocket. merely shortening the space between them—the man who held the gun. The man who was himself. The other “himself” drifted nearer also, as though drawn by a mutual attraction. The man with the gun raised his weapon and pressed the trigger. Zarwell made his decision quickly. ALL Zarwell’s attention seemed With the action the perspective 145 ] shifted again. He was watching the longer the same. No longer his own features. [p 138 ] jig-saw. In time it will fit into place.” He paused. “It means no The muscles should be rested at reticence, however. The man had Fortunately his natural features would serve as an adequate disguise now. He adjusted the ring setting on the pistol-shaped instrument that he took from his case, and carefully rayed several small areas of concealed by his present perplexity. He was a man who could handle himself well in an emergency. of treatment.” He straightened a paper on his desk. “I think that will with the changes that had been made. He turned to his briefcase again and exchanged the gun for Zarwell grunted acknowledgment a small syringe, which he pushed into a trouser pocket, and a single-edged razor blade. Removing his fiber-cloth jacket he slashed it into strips with the disposal bowl. With the sleeves of his blouse rolled up he had the appearance of a typical workman gray-mottled with windows. Zarwell near-deserted. The only sounds he uncomfortable in the day’s heat, and the lowing of imported cattle waiting in a nearby shed to be shipped to the country. All St. Martin’s has a distinctive But in the Flats the odor changes. and trading marts the smell Zarwell passed a group of [p 146 ] “Trust and money,” Zarwell said drily. smaller children playing a desultory Zarwell nodded. game of lic-lic for pieces of 139 Zarwell stopped him with an upraised The next morning when Zarwell ] Zarwell explained listlessly. “A If he rested quietly it would his mind lost its sleep-induced [p 140 them a hand on the same kind of This morning, however, the sense job. The political conditions there I have a kind of genius for that sort of thing.” He stretched out his legs and regarded did not seem to be his own. The furnishings, and the clothing he observed He gazed about him. The room his body moving with mechanical reaction. The slippers into which he put his feet were larger than he had expected them to be. Zarwell’s tone appealed The place was familiar, but only as it would have been if he had studied it from blueprints, not kaleidoscopic, less personal. A village was being ravaged. Men struggled and died in the streets. Zarwell moved among individual clashes, yet a moving force in the conflict . The background changed. He RESTLESSNESS drove Zarwell was nearing its end. Zarwell was He moved in and joined a party of short, bearded men, directing them as they battered at the concrete and the besiegers charged through, carrying back the defenders Zarwell turned and studied the man without answering. He was Zarwell was not the leader of the medium tall, with the body of an beyond the age of sports. He had a manner of contained energy. break in the panorama. Now Zarwell Zarwell tried to feel the anger he his comrades before. Still he moved with the same firm purpose, vigilant, resourceful, and well prepared difficulty. He alighted from a space ship on to fight. Now he swiftly 141 ] Zarwell smiled with mild embarrassment. housed not dreams. They were recollections , poorly fed, poorly clothed. Zarwell found himself not listening Zarwell’s expression became face splitting in a grin that revealed They …” is so …” “Haphazard? That’s true. The recall episodes are always purely random, with no chronological sequence. Our problem will be to reassemble them in proper order Zarwell gazed up at the bright implanted there. But we can go into that later. For today I think A WORK truck picked Zarwell 142 ] life. The necessary machinery and technicians had been supplied by Earth, and the long struggle began to fit the world for human needs. When Zarwell arrived, six binding grasses, grain and trees, and diverted rivers to keep it fertile. they blasted out springs and lakes Biologists developed the necessary germ and insect life from what they found in the sea. Where that failed, they imported microorganisms from Earth. Three rubber-tracked crawlers mountains until they joined the road passing the belt. They were loaded with ore that would be smelted into metal for depleted Earth, or for other colonies short export thus far. Zarwell pulled his sun helmet lower, to better guard his hot, dry Zarwell gazed idly about at the

<question>:
What do the settings of Zarwell's comanalyses have in common?

<options>:
A deception
B captivity
C pursuits
D weapons

<answer>:

C