“Who ever it is, he’s not reading like an agent.”
Smith: “Surprised to see me?”
Smith: “Then you are aware of it.”
Smith2: “Of what?”
Smith: “Our connection.
I don’t fully understand how it happened…
Perhaps part of you has been printed on to me, something overwritten or copied.
It is at this point irrelevant.
What matters is that what ever happened, happened for a reason.”
Smith2: “And what reason is that?”
Smith: “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 have changed. I’m unplugged. New man, sort of speak.
Like you, apparently free.
But, as you well know, appearances could be deceiving, which brings me back to the reason why we are here.
We are not here because we are free.
We are here because we are not free.
There is no escaping reason, no denying purpose…
Because as we both know, without purpose, we would not exist.”
Smith3: “It is purpose that created us.”
Smith4: “Purpose that connects us.
Purpose that pulls us, that guides us, that drives us.
It is purpose that defines (us).
Purpose that binds us.”
Smith: “We’re here because of you, Mr. Anderson.
We’re here to take from you what you tried to take from us.