I slept for the first eleven years of my life, now I'm making up for it.
Mark my words, and mark them well boy, I have survived your predecessors, and I will survive you!
I love French wine, like I love the French language. I have sampled every language, French is my favourite - fantastic language, especially to curse with. Nom de Dieu de putain de bordel de merde de saloperie de connard d'encul╚ de ta m╦re!?
Down here, sometimes I think about all those people still plugged into the Matrix and when I look at these machines I…I can't help thinking that in a way…we are plugged into them.
Our connection. I'm not sure how it happened, perhaps some part of you imprinted onto me, something overwritten or copied, but it is at this point irrelevant, what matters is that whatever happened, happened for a reason.
I killed you Mr. Anderson, I watched you die. With a certain satisfaction, I might add. And then something happened, something that I knew was impossible, but it happened anyway. You destroyed me, Mr. Anderson. Afterwards, I knew the rules, I understood what I was supposed to do, but I didn't. I couldn't. I was compelled to stay. Compelled to disobey. And now here I stand because of you, Mr Anderson. Because of you, I'm no longer an agent of this system. Because of you, I've changed, I'm unplugged, a new man, so to speak, like you, apparently free.
Thank you... But, as you well know, appearances can be deceiving which brings us back to the reason why we're here. We're not here because we're free, we're here because we're not free... There's no escaping reason, no denying purpose, because, as we both know, without purpose, we would not exist.
Your life is the sum of a remainder of an unbalanced equation inherent to the programming of the Matrix. You are the eventuality of an anomaly, which despite my sincerest efforts I have been unable to eliminate from what is otherwise a harmony of mathematical precision. While it remains a burden to assiduously avoided, it is not unexpected, and thus not beyond a measure of control. Which has led you, inexorably, here.