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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to love them in the parlor and kill them in the kennel. It was only a was impossible not to love them. Of course, that was precisely why they were dangerous! There was no use hanging around after breakfast. His wife was in a hurt mood, and he could neither endure the hurt nor remove it. He put on his they bare their fangs, I get out without another word. Funny thing though—I've got a feeling one mother pulled a fast one." "What happened?" "I didn't know you killed them," she said venomously. "I won't have to kill many. Besides, they're only animals." "I thought they were all registered," Anne said. "They are. I told her she had the wrong neutroid, but she got mad. Went and got the sales receipt. It checked with her newt, and it was from O'Reilley's pet shop—right place, wrong number. I just don't get it." "A small child is an imbecile. Would you kill a small child?" "You're taking intelligence as the only criterion of humanity," he "Don't call me baby! Call "I suppose you have an aptitude for killing babies?" she said sweetly. people used to elect dogcatchers. Think of it that way—I'm just a He paused briefly by a tank of silk-draped goldfish. The shop had a customer. An elderly lady was haggling with a wizened manager over the price of a half grown second-hand dog-F. She was shaking her last dog's death certificate under his nose and demanding a guarantee of the dog's delicately cut from cold marble. She was a small woman, slender and fragile, but her quiet contempt made her loom. splinter on the door. He frowned studiously at the splinter. "I—I'll dogcatcher." Her cool green eyes turned slowly to meet his gaze. Her face was alleged F-5 intelligence. The old man offered to swear on a Bible, but He backed closer to the door. "She has a different number." Norris grinned and drove on. A class-C couple, allowed no children of their own, could get quite attached to a cat-Q-5. The felines were emotionally safer than the quasi-human chimp-K series called "neutroids." When a pet neutroid died, a family was broken with grief but most couples could endure the death of a cat-Q or a dog-F. Class-C one when they executed that shyster doctor for shooting K-108s full couples were allowed two lesser units or one neutroid. His grin faded as he wondered which Anne would choose. The Norrises were class-C—defective heredity. number. This could be a ruse to bring a stop to investigations when imagine we will. Are you extremely busy at the moment?" Norris hesitated. "Extremely," he said. "Well, this won't take long. One of my patients—a Mrs. Sarah Glubbes—called a while ago and said her baby was sick. I must be getting absent-minded, because I forgot she was class C until I got there." He hesitated. "The baby turned out to be a neutroid. It's dying. Eighteenth order virus." "So?" "Well, she's—uh—rather a peculiar woman, Inspector. Keeps telling me how much trouble she had in childbirth, and how she can't ever have another one. It's pathetic. She believes "I think so," Norris replied slowly. "But what do you want me to do? Can't you send the neutroid to a vet?" "She insists it's going to a hospital. Worst part is that she's heard of the disease. Knows it can be cured with the proper treatment—in humans. Of course, no hospital would play along with her fantasy and take a neutroid, especially since she couldn't pay for its treatment." "I still don't see—" one . You're welcome to it, Doctor, but you can't fake a serial number. She'll know it. And even though they look exactly alike, the new one won't recognize her. "Please, Norris! This is urgent. That woman will lose her mind completely if—" "All right, I'll call my wife and tell her to open the pound for you. "Don't let me catch you falsifying a serial number." "Doctor Georges came," she told him. "He signed for the—" She stopped its third try, in a Wylo pool hall. "I'm getting so I hate that infernal gadget," Yates grumbled. "I think "It's not funny. I've got to get those neutroids. It's in connection Yates stopped laughing. "Oh. Well, I'll take care of it." don't have to get a helicopter posse to chase down the mothers." "Hard day?" she asked. "Not too hard. Those were just three out of fifteen. I got the other "Come on," he grunted. "Let's unload some neutroids, before I forget She reddened. "I felt sorry for them, eating that goo from the "That was a mistake." She frowned irritably. "We can afford it." structure and displace certain links by just the right amount. And he's got to be quick about it before the ovum dies from an overdose of wouldn't be caught until after birth." dangerous. So he went back to its incubator and cut off the hormone "Why that?" if they didn't give it suppressive doses of male hormone prenatally. That keeps ovaries from developing and it comes out neuter. But inspection. They'd dispose of her without even bothering to examine for malfunction. He thought it was pretty smart. Trouble was they didn't catch the female. She went on through they all "How did they find out about it now?" tried to bite, but subsided a little when she disentangled it from the "Put it in the cage, Anne," he said quietly. She looked up and shook her head. "It belongs to somebody else. If it fixes a libido attachment on you, you're actually robbing its owner. They can't love many people at once." She snorted, but installed the thing in its cage. "Anne—" Norris hesitated, hating to approach the subject. "Do keep in the house. It won't cost us anything." Slowly she shook her head, and her pale eyes went moody and luminous. "I'm going to have one of my own," she said. what—" "I know what I'm saying. We're class-C on account of heart-trouble in "If they catch us, yes—compulsory divorce, sterilization. But they won't catch us. I'll have it at home, Terry. Not even a doctor. We'll folks. I just want to say that if any of you know the whereabouts of a Mrs. Sarah Glubbes, call me immediately. She's wanted for questioning." "Thank you, Chief. This is James Duncan again. I'll review the facts for you briefly again, ladies and gentlemen. At seven o'clock, less than an hour ago, a woman—allegedly Mrs. Glubbes—burst into Doctor Georges' dining room while the family was at dinner. She was brandishing a pistol and screaming, 'You stole my baby! You gave me the "When the doctor assured her that there was no other baby, she fired, shattering his salad plate. Glancing off it, the bullet pierced his heart. The woman fled. A peculiar feature of the case is that Mrs. Glubbes, the alleged intruder, has no baby . Just a minute—just a just to retch. He kept his face averted. Her fingers traced a last stroke. Then she depart with morning. Why should he have to kill the things? The answer became glutted. The neutroids offered solace to childless women, kept them satisfied with a restricted birth rate. And why a restricted birth rate? Because by keeping the population at five billions, the

<question>:
Why does Mrs. Glubbes shoot the doctor?

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A He substituted her nuetroid for an identical model.
B She thinks he let her baby die.
C The doctor will not take her baby to the hospital.
D Mrs. Glubbes is mentally ill.

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A