Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
centuries ... to a dark blue world whose only defense was to seal tight the prying minds of foolish interlopers. "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 I threw it off and pushed myself up from the hard cot. I heard myself yell in surprise as I floated up towards the light overhead. I was weightless. How do you describe being weightless when you are born into a world bound by gravity. I twisted and shut my eyes in terror. There was no sensation of place, no feeling of up or down, no direction. My back bumped against the ceiling and I opened my eyes to stare at the cot and floor. I was concentrating too hard on remembering to be frightened for that shone below the dials. I stood up slowly and looked at myself. I 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 good but it seemed wrong to be dressed like this. I didn't know why. I to propel yourself through the passageway in this weightless atmosphere. It was effortless to move. I turned on my side like a swimmer and went hand over hand, shooting down the corridor. I braced against forward motion and stopped against a door at the end. Behind me I could see the 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.... I knew more of the puzzle. Something was wrong. After the first shock of looking out, I accepted the fact that I was in a space ship, yet I ship." Control of a ship? Going where? What others? Tell me what to do. "Rely on instructions for factoring when you check the coordinates. Your maximum deviation from schedule cannot exceed two degrees. Adopt emergency procedures as you see fit. Good luck." The voice snapped off and I laughed hysterically. None of it had made from the floor, barely feeling the pain in my leg, and went into the hall. and went on. Another room ... another man ... another stranger. This man was tall and raw boned, light of skin and hair, as dead as the others. A flat, illogical voice had instructed me to revive these men. I portholes. Everything lay in readiness, fastened down star charts, Not mine. Not now. hung motionless in a world of searing light. There was no distortion, no movement outside and I glanced back at the dials. What speeds were they recording? What speeds and perhaps, what distance? It was useless to translate the markings. They stood for anything I might guess, and thought of time again. I was supposed to act according to ... plan. Did 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. 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 Searching the ship made me forget my fear. I hoped I would find some floating motion, looking behind each door until I went as far as I could. There were two levels to the ship. They both ended in the lead shield that was set where the swell of the curve was biggest. It meant 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 could have hit my neck when I lay down. My shout of excitement rang out in the room, as I pictured the action of the extended arm. I lost my was completely closed, and it didn't yield to the pressure I applied. It had a cover, but no other opening where an arm could extend. I ran with the ship was a frightening force that seemed ready to break out of "No gravity," he grunted and sat back. "You get used to it fast," I answered. I thought of what to say as he watched me. "How do you feel?" name or anything about this ship." "No." "Are you serious?" "Yes, yes. I don't know why but it's happened." "Maybe it's temporary. We can figure something out." II The second man, the dark haired one, opened his eyes and recognized us. "I don't know why, Captain. You tried to stop her before. Age and "What is the mission of this ship?" I asked. "Can you run this ship? How about the other two?" "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 "We set out from Earth for a single star in the direction of the center "From Earth? How could we?" "Let's move slowly, sir," he said. "We're moving fast. I don't know if you can picture it, but we're going about one hundred thousand miles an hour." "Through space?" "You said I had flown this ship. You meant before this suspension." "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." Carl caught my eye. "Captain, we save this time without aging at all. It puts us near a calculated destination." no one else was trained to navigate. The ship thundered to life as I the suspension on the return trip." I let my breath out slowly. "I didn't think about that." "We couldn't even get part way back in a lifetime," he said. "How old are you, John?" "Twenty-eight." "What about me?" "Thirty." He stared at the panel in thought for a minutes. "What about shock treatment? It sounds risky." "I know. It's the only thing I could think of. Why didn't everyone react the same?" "That had me wondering for a while. I don't know. Anyway how could you "Turn the ship. There's something dead ahead." It wasn't operating. sun. I thought about the rest of the crew too. "We're heading right for a star...." it. Disregard the warning siren ... we were testing the ship." had been picked for us. Food was set down by me, grew cold and was carried away and I was still rechecking the figures. We were on a line ten degrees above the galactic plane. The parallactic baseline from Earth to the single star could be in error several degrees, or we could be right on the calculated position of the star. The radar confirmed my findings ... and my worst fears. When we set it for direction and distance, the screen glowed to life and recorded the star dead ahead. before I had first looked up at the night sky. When I was sure the electronically recorded course was accurate for time, I checked direction and speed from the readings and plotted our position. If I was right we were much closer than we wanted to be. The bright pips on the screen gave us the distance and size of the star while we fed the figures into the calculator for our rate of approach. Spectroscopic tests were run on the sun and checked against the figures that had been calculated on Earth. We analyzed temperature, magnetic fields, radial motion, density and luminosity, checking against the standards the scientists had constructed. It was a G type star like our we had to change course in a hurry. Carl analyzed the findings while we came to a decision. Somewhere along an orbit that might be two hundred

<question>:
Was the ship on target, within maximum deviation from schedule?

<options>:
A Yes, they were within 5 degrees
B No, they were over by 8 degrees
C Yes, they were over by only 3 degrees.
D No, they were under by 2 degrees

<answer>:

B