Smith: “Why, why get up?
Why keep fighting?
You believe you are 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 are artificial as the Matrix itself. Although, only a human mind could invent something as incipid as love.
You must be able to see it Mr. Anderson. You must know it by now.
You can’t win it. It is worthless to keep fighting!
Why Mr. Anderson? Why? Why? Why do you persist?”
Neo: “Because I choose to.”