He remembers his life inside the Matrix when he wasn't a messiah to the people of Sion, but just a programmer who liked to play hacker at night. He thought that if he hadn't read the message on his computer that time, maybe he would still be there, but at the cost of living chained to a world that doesn't exist, a fantasy. I meditate, he did, and very true. Is he a savior? The chosen one among the survivors? That was what Morpheus told him when he woke up. He really never believed it at all.

He thought of Trinity. The image of that beautiful woman flashed through his mind. Did she believe in heaven? Or was he just another desperate person? Neo never asked her, she never saw it as important. Now it's the only thing that comes to mind, the only question he has, even after being in that black and withe room with cameras looking and showing everywhere... Then he remembered. "Trinity", she was going to die. He hadn't stopped to think for more than half a second in which so many things happened like a distant imagination in front of his eyes, it had been a short time if he really had a lot, but it wasn't like that.

Back then he could never have forgotten the feeling, he didn't have wings like angels or beautiful white clothes covering him, it could be quite the opposite, but still, he flew, so fast that everything in his path was destroyed, as the sky once was. during the war, when the sun darkened and died because of the humanity that it accompanied for so long. He flew up and it was all just a quick flash before he took Trinity into his arms. He saved her, even with the bullet inside her body, he could do it, he loved her enough. After kissing her, he reflected one last time... maybe there was a happy ending for them, waiting at the end of a very long corridor. Looking into those beautiful blue eyes, just before they faded away, I ponder. Maybe heaven did exist.

Now, with bandages covering his eyes, that hope is gone. Humanity will be saved in the end, that's for sure, but his love... his only heaven, that person he could never have loved so much, is dead, so his whole world too, at that moment is no longer right. living on doesn't sound like your best option. He will sacrifice himself for others, so that they may live, so that they may triumph. He thinks for the last time and a thousand things go through his head. He was never free, he was always inside the Matrix, since his birth... but, maybe he wasn't born, maybe he was also part of the Matrix, just another non-existent fantasy, like the Oracle. Why was he chosen? Why did he have to choose fate? Not just yours but everyones. He wasn't a savior, he never wanted to be, deep down he knew it. Looking up at a dark and sad sky, he thought all night. Now he will die never to see anything finished, returning to the first place he knew.

Six restarts, six that were the same as him. But none so fast. Until that moment, as he slowly dies, he believes he has won, he was smarter than the others and he made the real decision, the one that marked his survival. Was he the messiah who came to save them? He didn't give a shit about all of that now, remembering so many facets of himself in those chambers. Nothing is relevant. His breathing is slow, too slow, slower, and slower with each inhalation. The end is near and it terrifies him. But now lying on the ground, his last breaths sound strangely calm. The image of the Trinity has given him peace. He does not reflect on this time, he does not have the will to do so. He has nothing but a blank, empty, desolate, abandoned, defenseless, sad mind. He relaxes his body one last time... Exhaling heavily, the chosen one leaves the earth.

The creator looks up for a moment. His best creation just died.