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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by CARL JACOBI Grannie Annie, that waspish science-fiction writer, was in a jam again. What with red-spot I was running in circles—especially since Grannie became twins every now and then. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] entered the outer limits of the Baldric. Grannie Annie strode in the lead, her absurd long-skirted black dress looking as out of place in this desert as the trees. As we reached the first of those trees, Grannie came to a halt. He could be excused this time, however, for this was only our third day on Jupiter's Eighth Moon, and the country was still strange to us. When Annabella C. Flowers, that renowned writer of science fiction, visiphoned me at Crater City, Mars, to meet her here, I had thought she was crazy. But Miss Flowers, known to her friends as Grannie Annie, had always been mildly crazy. If you haven't read her books, you've missed something. She's the author of Lady of the Green Flames , Lady of the Crimson Space-Beast , and other works of science fiction. Blood-and-thunder as these books are, however, they have one redeeming feature—authenticity of background. Grannie Annie was the original research digger-upper, and when she laid the setting of a yarn on a star of the sixth magnitude, only a transportation-velocity of less than light could prevent her from visiting her "stage" in person. novel in the state of embryo. What I didn't expect was Ezra Karn. He was an old prospector Grannie had met, and he had become so attached to the authoress he now followed to do the illustrations for Grannie's new book. Five minutes after my ship had blasted down, the four of us met in the offices of persuade Miss Flowers not to attempt a trip into the Baldric." "What's the Baldric?" I had asked. "Will you believe me, sir," he said, "when I tell you I've been out here on this forsaken moon five years and don't rightly know myself?" I scowled at that it didn't make sense. "However, as you perhaps know, the only reason for colonial activities "What do you mean?" Interstellar Voice and "What sort of trouble?" Grannie Annie had demanded. And when Antlers And then all at once Grannie stopped again, this time at the top of a "Billy-boy," she said to me in a strange voice, "look down there and head to foot. Down there, slowly toiling across the sand, advanced a party of four persons. In the lead was a little old lady in a black awe. The duplicate of myself was talking to the duplicate of Grannie Annie, and she was replying in the most natural way. "What do you make of it?" I said in a hushed voice. Grannie shook her head. "Might be a form of mass hypnosis superinduced by some chemical radiations," she replied. "Whatever it is, we'd better watch our step. There's no telling what might lie ahead." heavens in a single direction, I called Grannie's attention to it. She offered no further explanation, but a quarter of an hour later as Grannie was shaking his hand vigorously and mumbling introductions. "I can't tell you how glad I am you're here, Grannie," he said. "If Grannie's eyes glittered. "Trouble with the mine laborers?" she Jimmy Baker nodded. "The first symptoms are a tendency to garrulousness "But surely you must have some idea of where they go," Grannie said. notebook out, sketching the room's interior. Grannie Annie remained standing. Presently the old lady walked across to the desk and helped herself to "There must be ways of stopping this," she said. "Have you called in any physicians? Why don't you call an enforced vacation and send the men away until the plague has died down?" I may have to do that, but when I do, it means quits. Our company is chartered with Spacolonial, and you know what that means. Failure to produce during a period of thirty days or more, and you lose all rights." Grannie Annie walked across to it and began to study its markings. Not until they had vanished in the desert haze did I sense the loneliness of this outpost. With that loneliness came a sudden sense of foreboding. Had I been a fool to let Grannie go? I thought of her, an old woman who should be in a rocking chair, knitting socks. If anything happened to Annabella C. Flowers, I would never forgive myself and neither would her millions of readers. Ezra Karn and I went back into the office. The old prospector chuckled. "Dang human dynamo. Got more energy than a runaway comet." coalesced into a three-dimensional scene. were Jimmy Baker, Grannie, and Xartal. It was as if I were standing "Do you mean to say you can follow the movements of that car and its "Sure." The operator turned another dial, and Grannie's falsetto voice posted of Grannie's movements. took form. Ezra spoke over my shoulder. "He's doing scenes for Grannie's new book," he said. "The old lady figures on using the events here for a plot. Look at that damned nosy bird! " Jimmy Baker stood next to Grannie, staring up at this incredible mirage. Grannie let out a whoop. "I've got it!" she said. "Those things we see up there are nothing more than mental images. They're Xartal's drawings!" "Don't you see," the lady continued. "Everything that Xartal put on of copying speech, they also have the ability to recreate a mental image of what they have seen. In other words their brains form a powerful photographic impression of the object. That impression is then transmitted simultaneously in telepathic wavelengths to common field to form what are apparently three-dimensional images." The Larynx manager nodded slowly. "I see," he said. "But why don't the birds reconstruct images from the actual person. Why use drawings?" "Probably because the drawings are exaggerated in certain details and made a greater impression on their brains," Grannie replied. of Grannie Annie was bowing to the duplicate of Jimmy Baker, and the Reading them over, I was struck by one detail. Each patient had received the first symptoms, not while working in the mines, but while sleeping or lounging in the barracks. was Xartal, the Martian. Grannie Annie was there, but seated at the Ezra Karn jabbed my elbow. "Grannie's coming back. I thought she'd be getting sick of this blamed moon." It didn't make sense. In all the years I'd known Annabella C. Flowers, never yet had I seen her desert a case until she had woven the clues and facts to a logical conclusion. It was Grannie. As the car drew up alongside I saw her sitting in her "Ezra!" I yelled, swinging the car. "That wasn't Grannie! Annie's very life might be at stake, not to mention the lives of from his grasp. "What have you done with Miss Flowers?" I demanded. themselves in a long flanking corridor in a northwesterly direction, as if to hide some secret that lay beyond. Twice I attempted to penetrate with an exclamation of astonishment. There was a huge chair-shaped rock there, and seated upon it was Grannie Annie. She had a tablet in her hands, and she was writing. "Grannie!" I yelled. "What're you doing here? Where's Mr. Baker?" Grannie Annie told her story during the long ride back to Shaft Four. Larynx Incorporated become a far more powerful exporting concern than Interstellar Voice Then suddenly becoming fearful of Grannie's prying, Antlers Park strove

<question>:
What can be inferred about the personality of Grannie Annie from the passage?

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A She's fearless and quick-witted
B She's fearful and hard to work with
C She lacks the experience that she claims she has for her novels
D She lacks the knowledge that is needed for her novels

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A