"Good." Vicon Burlingame gave him the address before fading out of the screen.
Jadiver dressed slowly. Weak, but better than he expected. Physically, his recovery was far advanced. It wasn't he who was taking a chance, of course; it was Burlingame. Jadiver had warned him and if Burlingame was willing to risk it, that was up to him.
Before he left, Jadiver checked his office. A few calls in the last week, but nothing important. It was a routine check and he gave the robot routine instructions.
A tiny thing, that office, located on the ground floor of a building fronting a principal thoroughfare. A space large enough for a client to sit down, if one should come, which wasn't often. Behind the desk was the upper half of a robot. Tiny though the office was, it was not inexpensive, and the business that passed through it was barely enough to pay the rent.
There were other advantages in maintaining it, though. As long as he had a business address, he was spared certain legal embarrassments.
Five minutes later, he was greeted by Vicon Burlingame. "Come in." Jadiver did so.
Burlingame silently studied Jadiver closely. "Maybe you're tired," he said at last. "A little sun would relax you."
"It might," agreed Jadiver. "This cloudy Venus."
"It's not so bad when you're home," said Burlingame. "But public places are bad for ultraviolet." He indicated the next room. "The lamp is in there."