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You were right, Smith. You were always right. It was inevitable.
It can't be.
I can see you.
It is an honor, sir.
What is he?
Because I choose to.
The program Smith has grown beyond your control. He will soon spread through the city as he will spread through the Matrix. You cannot stop him but I can.
It's unbelievable, Trin. Light everywhere. Like the whole thing was built of light.
It ends tonight.
If that's true, then I made a big mistake and you should kill me now.
I don't have time for this shit.
You wanna make a deal? How about this? You give me Neo, or we all die right here, right now.
Time's up. What's it gonna be, Merv?
I wish I hadn't. That was my last thought. I wished I had one more chance, to say what really mattered, to say how much I loved you, how grateful I was for every moment I was with you. But by the time said what I wanted to, it was too late. But you brought me back. You gave me my wish. One more chance to say what I really wanted to say... Kiss me, once more. Kiss me.
Everything that has a beginning has an end. I see the end coming, I see the darkness spreading. I see death... and you are all that stands in his way.
And if you can't find the answer, then I'm afraid there may be no tomorrow for any of us.
Very soon, he is going to have the power to destroy this world. But I believe he won't stop there; he can't. He won't stop until there's nothing left at all.
He is you. Your opposite; your negative. The result of the equation trying to balance itself out.
Tonight, the future of both worlds will be in your hands, or in his.
Cookies need love like everything does.
Do what you're here to do.
Can you feel it Mr. Anderson? Closing in on you? Oh, I can. I really should thank you for it, after all, it was your life that taught me the purpose of all life. The purpose of life is to end.
This is my world, MY WORLD!
Oh, no, no, no. No, it's not fair.
Well, well, things went unexpected. I remember chasing you was like chasing a ghost.
Yes, true, but as it turns out, things are a little different now. And you must be the last Exile.
Oh, I'm not so bad... once you get to know me...
Mr. Anderson, welcome back. We missed you. Like what I've done with the place?
I know it does, I've seen it. That's why the rest of me are just gonna enjoy the show because we already know that I'm the one who beat you.
Why, Mr. Anderson? Why, why, why? Why do you do it? Why, why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you're fighting for something, for more than your survival? Can you tell me what it is, do you even know? Is it freedom, or truth, perhaps peace, could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson, vagaries of perception. Temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose! And all of them as artificial as the matrix itself, although only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. You must be able to see it Mr. Anderson, you must know it by now. You can't win, it's pointless to keep fighting! Why, Mr. Anderson, why? Why do you persist?
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