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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Infield turned his soft blue eyes to the black and tan oxfords with the Infield shrugged slightly. "I suppose a man must take some chances." Infield whirled and stalked to the desk. "That's the answer! The whole to all the sick people." Infield leaned on the desk and glared. "I called myself a psychiatrist once. But now I know we're semi-mechanics, semi-engineers, shining steel-impervium alloy. Transfixed in the twin circles was the face of the patient, slack with smiles and sweat. But his memory was exaggerating the human element. The gyro actually passed over a man's shoulder, through his legs, under his arms. Any time he felt the walls creeping in to crush him, he could withdraw his head and limbs into the circle and feel safe. Steel-impervium alloy could resist even a nuclear explosion. The foetic gyro ball was worn day and night, for life. The sickness overcame him. He sat down on Morgan's desk. "That's just is everything all right?" Infield asked intensely. "Suppose the patient is driving over one hundred on an icy road. He thinks are nearly subsonic. They don't cut a sense efficiency more than 23 per cent." "At first, Clyde—only at first. But what about the severe case where "You're damned right!" Infield slammed the door behind him. The cool air of the street was a relief. Infield stepped into the main unable to keep from being pushed against Infield. He sounded out the It was the first time in years that anyone had apologized to Infield Suddenly something else was pushing against Infield, forcing the air from his lungs. He stared down at the magnetic suction dart clinging leechlike to his chest. Model Acrophobe 101-X, he catalogued immediately. Description: safety belt. But his emotions didn't behave so well. He was thoroughly terrified, heart racing, sweat glands pumping. The impervium cable undulated vulgarly. Some primitive fear of snake symbols? stubble-chinned, heavy-shouldered man quivering in the center of a web official ." "Not—not long," Infield evaded. Infield's pulse raced, trying to get ahead of his thoughts, and losing Infield shifted around, trying to see that side of his benefactor, cleared his throat, noticing the affectation of it. "My name's Infield." "Price," the other answered absently. "George Price. I suppose they Price set the direction and Infield fell in at his side. "Look, if you moistly. "You are lucky in one way, Mr. Infield. People take one look at your Cure and don't ask you to go walking in the rain. But even after seeing Infield supposed it was a Cure, although he had never issued one like Price looked off as if at something not particularly interesting, but more interesting than what he was saying. "It drives a needle into my temple and kills me." to save lives, not endanger them. "What kind of irresponsible idiot could have issued such a device?" he demanded angrily. in shop. This is a pretty effective mechanism, if I say so myself. It can't be removed without causing my death and it's indestructible. Impervium-shielded, you see." himself, Infield knew. The threat of death would keep him constantly Infield looked up self-consciously and noticed that they had crossed Infield wondered why cheap bars and restaurants always used red-checked Price lit a cigarette with unsteady hands. "Reggie is studying biblical Of course he didn't, Infield knew. Why should he? It was useless to examining it with the skill of scientific observation. "Mr. Infield is Reggie went away. Price kept dissecting the tobacco and paper. Infield dangerous these people are, Mr. Infield?" "Frankly, no," Infield said, realizing it was not the right thing to say but tiring of constant pretense. defense mechanism and an aberration so they would be normal. If that phobia isn't brought to the surface and Cured, it may arise any time and endanger other people. The only safe, good sound citizens are Cured. Those lacking Cures—the Incompletes— must be dealt with ." Infield's throat went dry. "And you're the one to deal with them?" "It's my Destiny." Price quickly added, "And yours, too, of course." Infield nodded. Price was a demagogue, young, handsome, dynamic, likable, impassioned with his cause, and convinced that it was his divine destiny. He was a psychopathic egotist and a dangerous man. Doubly dangerous to Infield because, even though he was one of the few Price for what he was, he nevertheless still liked the young man Infield felt cold inside. After a time, he found that the roaring was Price was the type of man who could spread his ideas throughout the the hopeless. Enforced Cures would be a curse for the individual and the race. another before Infield. Price stared at the drink almost without and suave, draped clothes. In this den of the Cured, Infield thought Price laughed shortly. "I feel like doing something very melodramatic, Price wiped the sweat off his palms. Infield sat and thought. Mrs. will play a greater Infield." Very eager." "Just what do you mean?" He already suspected Price's meaning. Price leaned forward. "There is one phobia that is so wide-spread, a Infield gestured vaguely. "A psychiatrist wouldn't hand out Cures Before Infield could speak, a stubble-faced, barrel-chested man moved Infield in the street. all lines except those on Price, and then threw himself backward, him fall just so they could laugh at him or pounce on him why shouldn't he like to make them fall first? Infield hit the big man behind the ear. He dropped the bottle and fell looked up at Infield. "I'm going to kill you," he said, glaring at Infield. "You made me fall Infield wasn't a large man, but he had pressed two hundred and fifty "I'll do it if you cause more trouble." Infield sat down and rubbed his "No. No, you aren't." Infield felt an excitement pounding through him, Price stared at him as if he were a padded-cell case. "That's They were all looking at Infield. Somehow he felt this represented a Cures instead of more, Price. Look, if I can show you that someone can discard a Cure, would you get rid of that—if I may use the word— monstrous thing on your head?" Price grinned. Infield didn't recognize its smugness at the time. within was running high. He felt the wire snap and come up easily. He threw the Cure on the floor. "Now," he said, "I am going out in that rain storm. There's thunder and lightning out there. I'm afraid, but I can get along without a Cure and so can you." for good . We've got to go after him." "It's slippery," Davies whimpered. "I might fall." books. He had had a latent fear of lightning when he chose the lightning rod Cure. He could have picked a safety belt or foetic gyro just as well. Infield looked up and saw the lightning reflected on the blade of a It was his problem. Infield usually solved other people's problems, but Infield realized that he had gone mad as he held the thin blade high said INFIELD &amp "Mr. Morgan, your partner, Mr. Infield, he—" "Mr. Infield went out without his Cure in a storm and was struck by him, of course. Morgan adjusted the soundproofing plugs in his ears, thinking that you did have to have quite a bit of light to read lips. The thunder, naturally, was what had killed Infield. Loud noise—any noise—that would do it every time. Too bad Infield had never really stopped being one of the Incompletes. Dangerous people. He would have

<question>:
All of the following terms describe how Infield would characterize Price EXCEPT for:

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A reckless
B self-absorbed
C fanatic
D hazardous

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A