It depends on what you are referring to.
If you are talking about the company itself, for example, when it was founded, you will say <em>it - </em>It was founded in 1993.
However, if you are talking about its employees, then you should use <em>they.</em>
In "Exhalation", “the belief that memory is recorded as writing in the brain” is the "inscription hypothesis"
Answer: Option D
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The author, Ted Chiang, feels suspicious about the slow functioning of the human’s brain and decides to find out why. He dissects the brain and finds out that the brains are not malfunctioning but are actually working faster. He wondered and questioned about the fineness of brain.
For decades, the theory of memory dominated that all human experiences are engraved on the golden leaf; it was these blades that were torn apart by the force of the explosion and were the cause of small flakes found after the disaster.
Anatomists collect pieces of golden leaf - so thin that light falls out of the greenery - and have been trying for years to reconstruct the original leaves in the hope of deciphering characters recording the last experiences of the deceased.
He later comes up with a hypothesis called the inscription hypothesis, stating that human memory is recorded as writing in the brain. Exhalation by Ted Chiang is a short story which is filled with science, thus making it a science based short story.
Answer:
I looked upon the scene before me—upon the mere house, and the simple landscape features of the domain—upon the bleak walls—upon the vacant eye-like windows—upon a few rank sedges—and upon a few white trunks of decayed trees—with an utter depression of soul which I can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the after-dream of the reveller upon opium—the bitter lapse into everyday life—the hideous dropping off of the veil. There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart—an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. What was it—I paused to think—what was it that so unnerved me in the contemplation of the House of Usher? It was a mystery all insoluble; nor could I grapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as I pondered. I was forced to fall back upon the unsatisfactory conclusion, that while, beyond doubt, there are combinations of very simple natural objects which have the power of thus affecting us, still the analysis of this power lies among considerations beyond our depth. It was possible, I reflected, that a mere different arrangement of the particulars of the scene, of the details of the picture, would be sufficient to modify, or perhaps to annihilate its capacity for sorrowful impression; and, acting upon this idea, I reined my horse to the precipitous brink of a black and lurid tarn that lay in unruffled lustre by the dwelling, and gazed down—but with a shudder even more thrilling than before—upon the remodelled and inverted images of the gray sedge, and the ghastly tree-stems, and the vacant and eye-like windows.
