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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THE SUPER OPENER BY MICHAEL ZUROY Here's why you should ask for a "Feetch M-D" next time Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] "Feetch!" grated Ogden Piltdon, president of the Piltdon Opener Company, slamming the drafting board with his hairy fist, "I want results!" Heads lifted over boards. Kalvin Feetch shrunk visibly. "For two years there hasn't been one lousy improvement in the Piltdon can in eight point nine without chimes. Is this what I'm paying you for?" oppressive silence. How could you set a time limit on research and development? A designer had to dream at his board, investigate, search, build, test, compare, Piltdon Opener had not given him that opportunity. Twenty-five years! years with Piltdon. That was some satisfaction. wasn't well. beginning to wonder if the answer is in the hand mechanical type at all." "Got to be," answered Feetch tiredly. "We must work along classical can-opener lines. Departures, such as the thermal or motor-driven "Good, but not good enough. Too bulky. Appearance unsatisfactory. Chimes tinny. We've made progress, but we've a long way to go." Twenty-five years of your life you put in with Piltdon, and he'd fire is built upon your designs and you get handed this deal!" "Well, well," said Feetch. "I drew my pay every week so I suppose I have no complaints. Although," a wistful note crept into his voice "I designed to date. Two more on the boards. Nine completed and tested, two in work. Best performance, four point four, but model otherwise unsatisfactory." "Hello," said Feetch as an aproned machinist entered carrying a glistening mechanism. "Here's another model. Let's try it." The rather disconcerting. "Dear, dear," said Feetch, regarding the piles of food on the bench. "There must be some explanation. I designed this opener with sixteen degree, twenty-two minute pressure angle modified involute gear answer! It's more than the answer! We can put this right into work and beat the dead-line." We'll throttle our competitors! The Piltdon Super-Opener we'll call it." "Yes, sir. I've just finished checking that. But I'm in the midst of further investigation of the effect. There's more here than just a new don't give a damn where the cans go. May I remind you that under our standard patent agreement, all rights to your invention belong to the company? As well as anything you may produce in the field within a year after leaving our employ? We have a good thing here, and I don't want you holding it back. We're going into production immediately." The first tentative shipments of Piltdon Super-Openers had gone to sales to one to a customer. Piltdon cancelled his advertising program. explanation. Competitors found the patent impossible to circumvent, for any departure from its exact specifications nullified the effect. Piltdon, genial these days with success and acclaim, roared at Feetch: "I'm putting you in for a raise. Yes sir! To reward you for assisting no recognition. His name did not even appear on the patent. Well, well, that was the way it went. He must find his satisfaction in his nights at home investigating what had been named the Piltdon Effect. "Are you still worrying about that?" Piltdon roared jovially. "Leave A state of national emergency was declared. Government investigators went to work and soon confirmed what was Congressional investigation was demanded. Piltdon received threats of bodily injury. Lawsuits were filed against him. He barricaded himself in the plant, surrounded by bodyguards. Livid with fury and apprehension, he screamed at Feetch, "This is your "You're through, Feetch!" raved Piltdon. "Fired! Get out! But before you go, I want you to know that I've directed the blame where it belongs. I've just released to the press the truth about who created the Super-Opener. Now, get out!" "Yes, sir," said Feetch paling. "Then you don't want to hear about my give you another chance. You'll turn over all the details to me. The patent on the improvement will naturally be mine. I'll get the credit for rectifying your blunder. Fine, fine. We'll work it out. Hop on production, at once, Feetch." engineering and tight supervision suddenly made Kalvin Feetch feel there might not be a later. Somehow he would manage to get along. Perhaps someone would give him a job working in the new field he had pioneered. With a sense of relief he realized that he had made his decision. klunk!—"will make any difference now." "But see here, the New Type Super-Opener...!" "Will remain my secret. Good day." "Feetch!" howled Piltdon. "I order you to remain!" "Feetch," the personnel man would read. "Kalvin Feetch." Then, looking up, "Not the Kalvin Feetch who—" "I am sorry, but—" He did no better with research organizations. Typical was a letter from the Van Terrel Foundation: "—cannot accept your application inasmuch as we feel your premature application of your discovery to profit-making denotes a lack of scientific responsibility and ethics not desirable in a member of our organization—former employer states the decision was yours entirely. Unfavorable reference—" Piltdon, Feetch thought, feeling a strange sensation deep within his Of course, if he were to agree to reveal his latest discoveries to a research organization, he would undoubtedly get an appointment. But how could he? Everything patentable in his work would automatically revert "I'll go up another ten dollars," grated the little Piltdon image. that you're probably the most unpopular man alive to-day. I know about the rocks, the tomatoes, the rotten eggs, the sneaking out at night, the disguises you've had to use. Why don't you come back to us and change all that, Feetch? We'll put out the New Type Super-Opener and the world will soon forget about the old one." Piltdon Opener will soon be forced to close down, throwing all your Feetch sat, thinking it over. Was it right to let all these people lose grew warmer. He began pacing the floor. How he hated to do it. Think, it touched off the growing rage. If Piltdon were there he would have In the same grim mood the following morning, he placed a few more calls. "Gentlemen," he said. "I'll make it brief." He waved the papers in his hand. "Here is everything I know about what I call the Feetch Effect, including plans and specifications for the New Type Super-Opener. All of you have special reasons for being keenly interested in this information. I am now going to give a copy to each of you, providing one condition is met by Mr. Piltdon." He stared at Piltdon. "In short, I want fifty-one per cent of the stock of Piltdon Opener." Piltdon leaped from his chair. "Outrageous!" He roared. "Ridiculous!" "Fifty-one percent," said Feetch firmly. "Don't bother with any counterproposals or the interview is at an end." "Gentlemen!" squawked Piltdon, "I appeal to you—" "Stop bluffing," said Feetch coldly. "There's no other way out for you. Otherwise you're ruined. Here, sign this agreement." Piltdon threw the paper to the floor and screamed: "Gentlemen, will you be a party to this?" fair shake." "This information is important to science," said the Van Terrel man. After Piltdon had signed, the papers were distributed. effect built up as it increased its frictional electro-static charge "Piltdon, don't bother me about production. Production is your problem." Piltdon blanched and left.

<question>:
What new emotion was Kalvin experiencing after quitting Piltdon Opener Company?

<options>:
A Cowardice
B Anger
C Misery
D Submission

<answer>:

B