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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Not all the world’s citizens were content. Bergstrom was waiting in his office when Zarwell arrived that evening. “They’re probably just curious to see what he looks like first. They’ll be disappointed.” Zarwell opened his eyes a slit to His captor’s broad face jeered down at Zarwell. “Have a good sleep?” he asked with mock solicitude. Zarwell did not deign to acknowledge that he heard. Zarwell followed his gaze to where a younger man, with a blond lock of hair on his forehead, stood behind While their attention was away from him Zarwell had unobtrusively loosened his bonds as much as yet?” “You’re a yellow-livered bastard,” Zarwell told him. The grin faded from the oily face as the man stood up. He leaned over Zarwell pulled the struggling body down against his chest and held it there until all agitated Bergstrom, asked. John Zarwell shook his head. “Did I talk while I was under?” ] nonchalance. “The next couple “How does it tie in with what I told you before?” Bergstrom’s neat-boned, fair-skinned face betrayed no emotion other than an introspective stillness Zarwell did not answer. His should do it.” memory seemed on the point of complete return, and he sat quietly, at the sight of the gun. He tried in the palm of his hand. He knew “I don’t see why not.” Zarwell Bergstrom had his bad moment. [p 137 “You’re not going to …” he began now why he always carried it. Zarwell corrected him. “You’d be foolish!” Bergstrom obviously realized how close he was to death. Yet surprisingly, after the first start, he showed little fear. Zarwell had area. “Good.” Bergstrom rose. “The serum is quite harmless, John.” He maintained a professional diversionary thought the man a bit soft, too adjusted to a life of ease and some The floor beneath Zarwell’s feet Bergstrom shook his head. “I know it’s been broken before. But you need me. You’re not through, and rolled gently toward the far wall. Bergstrom continued talking, “Is that the best you can do?” “No.” Bergstrom was angry now. with practiced urbanity. “When analyst.” psychiatry was a less exact science,” Zarwell debated with himself the truth of what the other had said. “Why didn’t you turn me in?” he trouble.” and Zarwell sank deep into The floor continued its transmutation, to be past, Bergstrom spoke more The words tumbled down from above. They faded, were gone. ZARWELL found himself calmly, even allowed himself to relax. “You’re still pretty much in Zarwell’s eyebrows raised. “Who am I?” he asked, very interested now. Without attention he put his pistol away in a trouser pocket. Bergstrom brushed the question aside with one hand. “Your name makes little difference. You’ve used the human worlds. I’d like to talk more with you on that later.” While Zarwell considered, Bergstrom pressed his advantage. “One more scene might do it,” he said. 145 ] Zarwell made his decision quickly. “Go ahead,” he answered. ALL Zarwell’s attention seemed on the cigar he lit as he rode down the escalator, but he surveyed confidence?” longer the same. No longer his own features. The stranger face smiled approvingly “O DD,” Bergstrom said. He brought his hands up and joined more to you than the first, I suppose?” “No,” Zarwell answered. He was not a talking man, Bergstrom reflected. It was more than least every twenty hours. Fortunately his natural features would serve as an adequate disguise He was a man who could handle himself well in an emergency. Bergstrom shrugged, dismissing his strayed thoughts. “I expected as much. A quite normal first phase reticence, however. The man had concealed by his present perplexity. down at his appointment pad. “Tomorrow at two, then?” Zarwell grunted acknowledgment and pushed himself to his feet, apparently unaware that his Zarwell left the analyst’s office. as he strolled from the compartment. gray-mottled with windows. Zarwell Back at the locker he replaced “A good man must have done that job on your mind,” Bergstrom homes of the laborers and lower class techmen who live there. Zarwell passed a group of smaller children playing a desultory ] “Trust and money,” Zarwell said drily. “Your memory’s back then?” Zarwell nodded. “I’m glad to hear that,” Bergstrom assured him. “Now that you’re well again I’d like to introduce Zarwell stopped him with an upraised The next morning when Zarwell you see the reason for all this? I’m tired. I’m trying to quit.” “Quit?” Bergstrom did not quite follow him. ] Zarwell explained listlessly. “A “Because you’re no mad-dog killer!” Now that the crisis seemed also. “I’m not a professional do-gooder.” Zarwell’s tone appealed to Bergstrom for understanding. “I have only a normal man’s indignation at injustice. And now I’ve done A village was being ravaged. Men struggled and died in the streets. Zarwell moved among Johnson can do your own revolting. I’m through!” Bergstrom did not argue as he left. RESTLESSNESS drove Zarwell was nearing its end. Zarwell was riding a shaggy pony outside a high wall surrounding the stricken metropolis. He moved in and joined a can spare a few minutes,” the stranger said. Zarwell turned and studied the man without answering. He was Zarwell was not the leader of the killing. invaders, only a lesser figure in the medium tall, with the body of an in the streets again, plundering and The job had been well done. Time passed, without visible break in the panorama. Now Zarwell was fleeing, pursued by the Zarwell tried to feel the anger he same bearded men who had been The man nodded. wanted to feel, but somehow it liking the man, and wanting at least to be courteous. He inclined his conflict engulfed him. Weary but resigned he accepted it, and did what he had to do …BERGSTROM was regarding BERGSTROM was regarding him with speculative scrutiny. Johnson smiled agreeably and “You’ve had quite a past, apparently,” head toward a curb wastebox with 141 ] Zarwell smiled with mild embarrassment. “At least in my dreams.” “Dreams?” Bergstrom’s eyes past.” Zarwell’s expression became wary. He watched Bergstrom closely. After a minute, however, he seemed satisfied, and he let himself Zarwell found himself not listening as Johnson’s voice went on. The of what I saw,” he observed. “That’s why you’re here, you know,” Bergstrom answered. “To help you remember.” story was always the same. But why settle back against the cushion Johnson had finished his speech. Bergstrom went on, “that your lost Zarwell gazed up at the bright memory will turn out to be no ordinary “That’s what makes me so certain,” Bergstrom said confidently. “You don’t remember what we have shown to be true. Conversely “I won’t have any time off again until next week end,” Zarwell reminded him. “That’s right.” Bergstrom thought for a moment. “We shouldn’t let this hang too long. tomorrow?” “I suppose I could.” “Fine,” Bergstrom said with satisfaction. “I’ll admit I’m considerably more than casually interested A WORK truck picked Zarwell needs. When Zarwell arrived, six worker’s mouth. Zarwell gazed idly about at the

<question>:
How does Zarwell feel about Bergstrom?

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A Zarwell is afraid of Bergstrom. The dreams induced by Bergstrom's drugs grow more and more disturbing.
B Zarwell is suspicious of Bergstrom. Bergstrom always seems to be uncomfortable in Zarwell's presence.
C Zarwell is suspicious of Bergstrom. He's sure Bergstrom has been tampering with his memories.
D Zarwell thinks Bergstrom is an alright guy. However, Zarwell isn't interested in making friends. He just wants to retire in anonymity.

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D