Analysis Of The Book ' I ' Robot ' By Isaac Asimov Essay
Anyway, while I was reading, someone knocked on my door, it was Jack. Old Jack was one of the security guards here. He is pretty muscular for someone so old. He always wore a hat to cover his bald spot, but you could still see it from behind. “Hey Holden, you gotta visitor” he said.
“Yes boy, be out in five.” He left with the door open.
I hated the word boy, especially when Jack says it. He says it every time when he needs to tell me something. It annoyed the hell outta me.
I just sat there, staring at the ceiling. Who could it be? I mean, no one really visits me unless it was my parents or D.B. The more I laid there, the more I wondered.
Anyway, it was time to leave my room, if you could call it that. Down…