A/N: This is kinda continuing in the vain as my last fic Remants. Not really though.

Disclaimer: I don't own Matrix. Nope, sorry. It be the Gaytrix if I owned it.

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Tango With The Devil
by Nakki

The devil has won.

Damn Him. I've come to far to lose. I mustn't give up. I have to continue. For Trinity's sake. I wish I was with her. I wish this horrible dream, this nightmare would end. That I could unplug, and see her face, peering down at me, waiting for my return. I just want to see her face; her perfect, beautiful, expressive face.... I can't even blink my eyes anymore. No eyelids, no blinking. I miss my eyelids.

I'm so stupid! I never should have turned my back on him! Never should have assumed anything!. God! How did I not know it was him! I haven't stopped thinking about him since his return. And then I go and get Trinity killed!

Fuck you Oracle and your fuckin mind games! Your leading questions and your half assed hints! Did you know that this was going to happen. Is that why you threw your lot in with us?! I think I finally understand you. You used us; you used me to get what you want!! Well?! What is it? What's your wish! It couldn't be to help us! To set us free! No, that would be to simple, to easy. Who are you trying to screw over?

Or maybe... Maybe your seeing a bigger picture. One that we couldn't even comprehend, being the slow erratic life forms we are. Is that it? Has your programmed mind latched onto something we've all missed? Some loophole in the system that will save us all? Or are you just as petty and irrational as us? What are you after Oracle? What are you seeking...

If I fail here... if I lose to Him, the entire human race is doomed. These past years. All the lives lost. All the free minds. It all would have been for nothing. All of it; pointless. Did we seal our own fates by choosing freedom? Did we, in fact, choose extinction?

But no. I had to fight. Just as I had to refuse the Architect. This is all or nothing. Winner take all. Loser gets jack shit.

Come on, Mister Smith. Let's Tango.