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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makes the news public? You know what would happen if this thing should leak!" The intercom on Baxter's desk suddenly buzzed, and a bright red light Baxter picked it up and swiftly scanned its surface. A look of dismay overrode his erstwhile genial features. I had a horrible suspicion. "Not again?" I said softly. Jery Delvin had a most unusual talent. He could detect the flaws in agility. But when he got to Mars to find out why fifteen boys had vanished from a spaceship in mid-space, he found out that even his quick mind needed Oddly enough, it worked out, and he now does nothing else. He says, "I'd like to say I do this for fulfillment, or for cash, or because The man who spoke seemed more than surprised he seemed stunned. His voice held an incredulous squeak, a squeak which would have amazed his President in power, and not even that in matters of security. I managed to nod. He shook his white-maned head, slowly. "I don't believe it." "But I am, sir," I insisted doggedly. Baxter pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes for a moment, then sighed, grinned wryly, and waggled an index finger at an empty short and flushed with embarrassment. I felt a sympathetic hot wave flooding my own features. A copy chief in an advertising company almost always reacts to an obvious cliche. Then, with something like a look of relief on his blunt face, he civic-minded, slightly antisocial...." He looked at me, questioningly. "I'm still not sure that I—" "It's like this. I designate ratios, by the minute. They hand me a new they stop the watch. If I get it in five seconds, it passes. But if I spot it in less, they throw it out and start over again. Or is that clear? No, I guess you're still confused, sir." five. See?" "Ah," said Baxter, grinning. "I begin to. And your job is to test these ads, before they reach the public. What fools you for five seconds will fool the average consumer indefinitely." I couldn't have been more surprised had he announced my incipient maternity, but I was able to ask, "Me? For Pete's sake, why, sir?" Baxter looked me square in the eye. "Damned if I know!" 2 I stared at him, nonplussed. He'd spoken with evidence of utmost candor, and the Chief of Interplanetary Security was not one to be "You mean that International Cybernetics picked me for a mission? That's crazy, if you'll pardon me, sir." Baxter shrugged, and his genial smile was a bit tightly stretched. "When the current emergency arose and all our usual methods failed, we had to submit the problem to the Brain." "And," I said, beginning to be fascinated by his bewildered manner, opposite side. "All it gives is my description, governmental status, and address!" "Uh-huh," Baxter grunted laconically. "It amuses you, does it?" The smile was still on his lips, but there was a grimness in the glitter of his narrowing eyes. "Not really," I said hastily. "It baffles me, to be frank." "If you're sitting there in that hopeful stance awaiting some sort of explanation, you may as well relax," Baxter said shortly. "I have none I let this sink in, then asked, "What made you ask for a man in the first place, sir? I've always understood that your own staff represented some of the finest minds—" Chief of Security or not, I was getting a little burned up at his highhanded treatment of my emotions. "How nice!" I said icily. "Now if I only knew the problem!" I detected a tinge of cynicism in his tone, but said nothing. "What a gesture!" Baxter went on, hardly speaking directly to me at World Government, when there's none between these fine lads, one from every civilized nation on Earth?" "You sound disillusioned, sir," I interjected. He stared at me as though I'd just fallen in from the ceiling or I'd paused, because he was staring at me like a man on the brink of apoplexy. I swallowed, and tried to look relaxed. I thought a second, then nodded. "They've been having such a good time that the government extended their trip by—Why are you shaking your head that way, sir?" 's, misuse of tenses, deliberate misspellings. They take it out of an adult, especially an adult with a mind keen enough to get him into per day. Otherwise, they'd all be gibbering by now!" "And your men haven't found out anything?" I marvelled. Baxter shook his head. but no reason for it?" Baxter cupped his slightly jowled cheeks in his hands and propped his elbows on the desktop, suddenly slipping out of his high position to "That's just it," Baxter sighed. "We don't even know that! We're like a savage who finds a pistol: used correctly, it's a mean little weapon disconcerting thought. "Yes," said Baxter. "That's what bothers me." by Baxter and counterembossed with the President's special device, a small globe surmounted by clasping hands. It gave me authority to do go anywhere, do anything, commandeer anything I might need. All with no questions asked. Needless to say, I was feeling pretty chipper as I I was dressing the part, in a way. I wore the Amnesty suspended by a "Yes, sir!" he replied swiftly, at stiff attention. "I don't really have any details," I said, and waited for him to take his cue. As an afterthought, to help him talk, I added, "At ease, by "Thank you, sir," he said, not actually loosening much in his rigid position, but his face looking happier. "See, I was supposed to pilot He stared, then frowned, and thought hard. "Yes, sir," he said, after a minute. "Even twice that, with no trouble, but—" He caught "Strange," I remarked to Chief Baxter when I was seated once again in his office, opposite his newly replaced desk. "I hardly acted like malevolent with the pilot. And I'm ordinarily on the shy side, as a matter of fact." "It's the Amnesty that does it," he said, gesturing toward the disc. It lay on his desk, now, along with the collapser. I felt, with the new information I'd garnered, that my work was done, and that the new data fed into the Brain would produce some other results, not involving me. I looked at the Amnesty, then nodded. "Kind of gets you, after awhile. To know that you are the most influential person in creation is to automatically act the part. A shame, in a way." "The hell it is!" Baxter snapped. "Good grief, man, why'd you think the I sat up straight and scratched the back of my head. "Now you mention it, I really don't know. It seems a pretty dangerous thing to have about, the way people jump when they see it." consulting someone else. And the time lag and paperwork involved made accurate and swift action impossible, sometimes. What we needed, of course, was a person who could simply have all authority, in order to I had a sudden thought. "Say, what happens if two men are selected by the Brain? Who has authority over whom?" Baxter grimaced and shivered. "Don't even think such a thing! Even your mentioning such a contingency gives me a small migraine. It'd be

<question>:
How does Jery's behavior change when he's wearing the uniform and amnesty?

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A He's bolder, and he starts to misuse the authority it gives him
B He tries to remain the same and not let it get to his head
C He's bolder, playing into the sense of power it gives him
D He's surprised by the authority it seems to give him

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C