 How was Dr. Mansard's radio and ship drive destroyed?
The original text appears when hovering the cursor over the marked text. 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. It was a squalid saloon in the rougher section of Jupiter's View, the terrestrial dome-colony on Ganymede. 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. 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. 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. 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. The transparent dome of Jupiter's View was faintly visible in the reflected night lights of the colonial city, but the lights were overwhelmed by the giant, vari-colored disc of Jupiter itself, riding high in the sky. “No one has ever landed on Jupiter. But his ship was drawn into Jupiter and lost.” “It was drawn into Jupiter, but he landed it successfully,” said Quest. “He and my mother lived on Jupiter until the oxygen equipment wore out at last. I was born and brought up there, and I was finally able to build a small rocket with a powerful enough drive to clear the planet.” “If Dr. Mansard succeeded in landing on Jupiter, why didn't anyone ever hear from him again?” she demanded. It was peculiarly inappropriate, but not unbelievable, that the strongest and most agile man on Ganymede should be a coward. Trella had the desk clerk call a cab to deliver the unconscious Motwick to his home. For some reason she decided against telling him that the assignment on which she had come to the Jupiter system was to gather his own father's notebooks and take them back to Earth. Motwick was an irresponsible playboy whom Trella had known briefly on Earth, and Trella was glad to dispense with his company for the remaining three weeks before the spaceship blasted off.
 Blessing intentionally ruined it in the hopes that Mansard would die
 Dr. Mansard destroyed it himself to eliminate any record of his survival  It was never destroyed  Blessing intentionally ruined it in the hopes that Mansard would die  It could not withstand the harsh elements of Jupiter's atmosphere