 What is Blessing's fear regarding Dr. Mansard?
The original text appears when hovering the cursor over the marked text. This e-text was produced from Amazing Science Fiction Stories March 1959. He was a living weapon of destruction— immeasurably powerful, utterly invulnerable. Trella feared she was in for trouble even before Motwick's head dropped forward on his arms in a drunken stupor. A woman could not possibly make her way through these streets alone to the better section of town, especially one clad in a silvery evening dress. Perhaps she could call one of Motwick's friends; she had no one on Ganymede she could call a real friend herself. Trella swung with her whole body, and slapped him so hard he nearly fell from his chair. There were only two other people in the Golden Satellite: the fat, mustached bartender and a short, square-built man at the bar. The latter swung around at the pistol-like report of her slap, and she saw that, though no more than four and a half feet tall, he was as heavily muscled as a lion. Her protector was obviously unwilling, but the dark man, faced with his massiveness, took no chances. Evading her attempts to stay behind him, the squat man began to move down the bar away from the approaching Kregg. The dark man moved in on Trella again as Kregg overtook his quarry and swung a huge fist like a sledgehammer. She had the impression that Kregg's fist connected squarely with the short man's chin before he dodged to one side in a movement so fast it was a blur. But that couldn't have been, because the short man wasn't moved by that blow that would have felled a steer, and Kregg roared in pain, grabbing his injured fist. It smashed on Kregg's head, splashing the floor with liquor, and Kregg sank stunned to his knees. The dark man, who had grabbed Trella's arm, released her and ran for the door. Moving agilely around the end of the bar, the bartender stood over Kregg, holding the jagged-edged bottleneck in his hand menacingly. Trella ran to the unconscious Motwick's side. The broad face before 52 her was not unhandsome, and the blue eyes were disconcertingly direct, but she despised him for a coward. The gravity of Ganymede was hardly more than that of Earth's moon, but the way the man picked up the limp Motwick with one hand and tossed him over a shoulder was startling: as though he lifted a feather pillow. He followed Trella out the door of the Golden Satellite and fell in step beside her.
 Blessing is afraid that Dr. Mansard left out programming that would prevent Quest from hurting living creatures
 Blessing is afraid that Dr. Mansard is not actually deceased and currently plotting against him  Blessing is afraid that Dr. Mansard will inform Quest that he is actually an android  Blessing is afraid that Dr. Mansard has set two assassins to come after him and the documentation he stole  Blessing is afraid that Dr. Mansard left out programming that would prevent Quest from hurting living creatures