My One Enemy
The child was asleep, and I had a bowl of chocolate ice- cream in my lap. I got up and put it back in the freezer. And I wondered, why was she so scared? What is there to hide? I decided not to think about that. I started walking past the child, turning off the television. I went past her and heard, " Adam. . ." She was dreaming of that Adam again. Reliving someone's death over and over. Must be painful. I think I'm feeling sympathy. Should I . . . Reject it? Should I? I suppose not. I sat next to the child. Such a small thing. Seeing someone die like that must have been horrifying. Although I have seen people die. It does not bother me. And I have never experienced fear before. I cannot relate to you, child. But I know pain. That just came up, popped up. Another memory. My first defeat, by Neo. When he was inside of me. The pain. The horrible pain, and the thought of what was happening. Is that like dying? It must be. I got a blanket for her.
I went into my bedroom. And found my cat again. Sleeping. I sat there, thinking, remembering again. Until morning came. When she awoke, and came storming in.
Isis- There you are Smithie, come on we're gonna be late!
Smith- . . . what?
Isis- Come on! Come on!
She started pushing me out the door. I was still surprised.
Isis- Get your car keys and let's go!
Then we were in my car.
Isis- Here, drive to this address.
She handed me a paper with an address and directions.
Smith- Where are we going!?
Isis- To where your challenge is.
Smith- What!?
Isis- Smith, please just do it. You trust me don't you?
I didn't know. Do I trust her?
Smith- . . . I trust you.
Isis- Then drive.
I drove. And drove, while she was silent. I didn't know why I was putting my trust in a child. Why I was I driving to place I didn't know? I didn't ask her, I knew she wouldn't answer me.
It wasn't until an hour of driving did I realize that I knew this place. We were almost there, we were in a new town, that I've been in. I didn't know when I was here but I could remember it vaguely. Then I saw more and more graffiti, saying, "One." Then I realized. I fought him here.
Smith- you're not. . .
She looked down, and grinned.
Isis- Don't get mad, I think this is what is best.
Smith- I assure you, it is not best. I'm going back.
Isis- No! Don't you see what an opportunity this could be!? What you say to him!
I don't know why. But I kept driving. Driving to the place I fought The One so long ago. Back to the place where he hit me with that damn pole! The place where I showed him me, me, me. That fight.
Isis- Here it is. . . That door, go through there. Then go to room 01.
Smith- Why are you doing this?
Isis- Because it's the human thing to do.
I got out of my car, and walked into the door. It led to one of the shortcuts. With the long white hallways, with millions of doors. All leading in different directions. I could go through any one of them. But I didn't, I walked to the fist door. Marked 01. He was right behind this door. The One. My one enemy. What do I do? What do I say? Do I try and kill him? No. But why? Because there is no point now, is there? No. I looked at the door, the number was 01. But right under it was a taped piece of paper saying, " Just Go In Smith." Of course by Isis. Why does she care? Why would Neo agree to this? Because it is the human thing to do.
How do I proceed? Just go in. I opened the door. And the room was white. It seemed endless, with nothing there. Except for two white chairs, and a glass coffee table. Then another door opens to him. My one enemy, right there. I couldn't see his eyes, he couldn't see mine. We both started to walk to the chairs, eyeing each other. We sat down.
Oh how I want to mock him. To say, " hello Mr. Anderson." To see the hatred. To at least punch him. But I know I cannot do that. I watched him. Scanning me. He hasn't changed. Hasn't seemed to even age. He's still my enemy. He still wore the same sunglasses, same outfit, as I did. He stopped, and looked at me. A silence.
Neo- Smith.
Smith- Neo.
I could see it. Even behind those sunglasses, I could see he was surprised I called him Neo. He tilted back on the chair, as if he were relaxed. He took a moment, and took off his sunglasses. He put them on the table. Then looked at me. I stared at his sunglasses. What was he doing? I stared at him, and then did the same. I suppose it was like a sign. Signifying no fighting, or at least not today.
I sat with my arms crossed. I didn't want to talk. I wanted to kill him. Yet he sat relaxed. How can he be? He's a foot away from me! If only I had my damn gun! There was a long time with no talking, or moving. Then he grinned. I tilted my head. What was there to grin about?
Neo- You haven't changed.
Smith- . . . Nor have you.
He grinned again.
Neo- Time has changed a lot, Smith.
He was trying to have a conversation. How do I proceed? I want to kill him, but how do I proceed?
Smith- How so?
Neo- For one, you are actually here.
Smith- Do not remind me, Neo.
He cocked up his head, like he knew something I didn't.
Neo- You call me Neo.
Smith- It is your name isn't it?
Neo- True.
Smith- How could you agree to this, seeing me. You know how much I want to kill you right now?
Neo- I agreed because. . . Isis.
What? The child?
Neo- And do you know how much I want to kill you right now? But of course there would be no use now.
Smith- True.
What am I doing? Talking to Neo. Why the hell am I doing that? Why the hell. . .
Smith- What did that girl say?
Neo- Only that I should speak to you. I admit I don't really want to be here. I have things I need to do.
Smith- So you've made a life for yourself, right great Neo?
Neo- It has been . . . hard.
Really? Hard? Good.
I looked at him. He seemed tensed. I knew it wasn't because of me. I know enough about my enemy to know he never shows his fear in battle. Although, we are not in battle.
Smith- what troubles you?
Neo- Nothing. . . What troubles you?
Smith- excuse me?
Neo- I am informed you are troubled.
Smith- So you're my therapists now? Why are you here?
Neo- I am just here.
He even angers me now.
Smith- Fine.
A silence. How do I proceed? My brothers. How do I proceed? I don't want to do this. I don't want to be like them. But do I have a choice? Must I accept it? That humans rule.
Smith- What have you done in these years?
Why did I just say that? Why was attempting to make ' small talk.' Why? Because that is how we proceed.
He looked at me. Surprised. Cautious. He didn't know what to think. Neither did I.
Neo-. . . building the city of Zon. Rebuilding the world. Accepting what has happened.
Smith- And you are a hero to these people.
Neo- Yes.
Smith- You've made a life.
Neo- Yes. . . I've made a great new life. With her mother's eyes.
What?! What the hell?!
Smith- Excuse me?
He smiled. Then reached into his coat, and pulled out a picture. Reaching he handed it to me. I looked at it. A picture showing Neo, and a little girl. The child was in his right arm. They both had on black cloaks, like the one Neo was wearing now. They both had the same dark sunglasses. And they both smiled slightly. A picture of a father and daughter.
Neo- My little bird, Raven.
What the hell was going on?! Neo has a daughter?! Neo has a daughter. . . I looked at the picture. A cute little girl. . .
Smith- Raven?
He nodded. I handed him the picture, he looked at it before he put it back in his pocket.
Neo- Yeah. I need to pick her up from school soon.
Smith- A daughter?
Neo- Yeah. My daughter. My little bird. My little Raven.
My God, a daughter. How can this be? Two Neos? No. Raven is just another human. I shouldn't hate her for her father. It is irrelevant. But God, a daughter.
Smith- I suppose my first question is, does she have any side effects?
Neo- She has been known to float her ball in the air, when in the Matrix.
Smith- If it weren't for your damn abilities Neo. . . Do you believe in the prophecy?
Something I never believed in.
Neo- That I would come. I don't know. Someone once told me I was an anomaly.
Smith- Perhaps you are simply an evolution.
Neo- How so?
Why was I talking to him? Telling him my thoughts? Why the hell!?
Smith- When a change occurs creatures must change in order to survive. To adapt, and evolve. Perhaps you are merely the evolved man. Able to survive by destroying the threat. The machines. The prophecy, being only a guess that evolution would take its toll. Despite my hopes, maybe one day the world will be full of Neos. Able to fly, with other adaptations.
Neo- Or maybe I am just an anomaly. With powers that have evolved over the time, I can fly in the real world now. Fight too.
Smith- Maybe.
Neo- Perhaps it is time for you to evolve.
Smith- Excuse me? Neo- A change has occurred, Smith. Humans rule now. Are you going to change? Or will you simply be erased by evolution.
Smith- So you are my therapist now. Why do you want to help me?
Neo- I don't.
A silence. Damn! Even he wanted me to accept the machine's defeat. Damn I want to kill him! A silence. But I have to accept it. . . Or I will be erased. .
Smith- Do I accept it, Neo?
He seemed surprised, I don't blame him.
Smith- I have spoken to many, all say I need to accept it, but do I? You of all people should know. Should I accept it? Do I give up my past, and accept it? Forget what I am, what has happened to me, and accept it?
Neo- . . . you are too smart for this. I can remember. The first time I fought you, the hatred in your eyes, when I punched you. The smirks you gave me. You were more human then, than you are now.
Smith- What?
Neo- you would smile at my pain. You felt then, but you didn't realize it. Back then you had me to feel emotion for. Hatred, anger, desperation, pain, defeat, delight. But now the war is over, and I have won. Now there is nothing to feel for except agony. You felt then.
Was he right? I can't seem to recall. My enemy has shown me something. I was human then. I looked down, ignoring his stare. There was a long silence.
Neo- And you?
Smith- what?
Neo- What have you done in your life?
Smith-. . . . I have a cat.
A silence. I felt then didn't I? I proceed. I will evolve.
Neo- two enemies who would do anything to see the other die, now having a decent conversation.
Smith- Ironic. If I only had my gun you know. . .
Neo- If I only had a pole. . .
Smith- If I only had two copies. . .
Neo- If I only had room to fly. . .
Smith- If only I had the files on fighting. . .
Neo- So they did delete your martial arts files?
Smith- I can't even hold a gun.
Neo- Do you miss the fighting?
Smith- I miss the power.
Neo- Are you ready to accept it?
Was I?
Smith- . . . Yes.
Neo- Then get up.
Neo got up from his chair, and put his glasses on. I watched for a moment as he walked to the center of this whit room. Then I got my glasses, and met him there.
Neo- You are not the Smith I fought so long ago. I can see it. Still you have hatred, but there is more desperation.
Reading me like a book. How I want to punch him.
Neo- Now fight me.
Smith- I cannot.
Neo- you should know by now, Smith. I can bend the rules here.
He waved his hand close to me. And for a moment you could see the green writing of Matrix code around his hand. I watched as the code fell to the ground, disappearing. Then. . . There was this sensation beyond words. Something was happening to me. It was. . . Data. Data going through my code. New Data that seemed familiar. It ran through me, and I scanned what it was. Files. Files on. . . I looked down, then at Neo.
Smith- I know. . .Kung Fu.
He smiled as if it were a joke. Then I saw that I knew all the martial arts. I. . . I had Power! The power I knew so long ago! It was mine again! My power!
I looked at him, my enemy. I got in position to fight. Then he did. There was a long moment before I tried to punch him. He dodged by bending down, and I kicked him. He jumped up, punching me. He took the offensive, trying to punch me. He continued as I had back away. I blocked his punches, then a kick got me. I slid under him, and grabbed him. He flipped me over. Then I started to punch him. He blocked every one as I continued. This brought back so many memories. Then I punched him, and he kicked. I jumped and continued to punch. My power was back! I could hear the sound my punches made, as they went quickly through the air. So familiar. As I punched he jumped into the air, like The One he jumped farther than possible. I started to run towards where he would land. Then I felt his kick. From the air I was kicked. No matter. I've felt worst. Jumping up I jabbed him with a knee. He jabbed me in the back of my neck with his elbow. I jabbed him with mine. Then he punched me. I kicked him in the chest. Then another jab to my face. The pain was familiar too. He grabbed me by my right arm. I kicked him, as he kicked me. This continued for almost an hour. We both were not hurt badly. Just because of what we are. Then a moment of staring each other down. Then more fighting. More power. After a kick to him. Neo began to lift into the air without any effort like long ago. Before he got too high, I was able to grab the end of his cloak. I pulled him into the ground.
Smith- After all these years, you still wear this cloak!
Instead of falling to the ground, he jumped off of it, towards me. He punched me and grabbed my tie. I had the end of his cloak, he had my tie.
Neo- And you still wear a tie!
Another stare down, then we both let go and spun around. Then Neo loosened his fist, and stopped. I did the same. It was over. He took off his glasses, as did I. We bowed to each other, like in martial arts. And that was that.
There he was. My one enemy. He had given me my power back. I owe him.
Neo- I must go now.
Smith- Yes.
He began to walk away.
Smith- Neo.
He turned.
Smith- Say hello to Raven for me.
He smiled slightly, and nodded. Then he walked through the white door. And he was gone.
Smith- Thank you, Neo.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There you go, the future for Neo. Do not worry, Neo will still be in this story. . . So will Raven, and Trinity. And there is going to be a couple of surprises. With this I leave you, to accept the future, of these two enemies.
"Purpose Mr. Anderson. . . Purpose."
The child was asleep, and I had a bowl of chocolate ice- cream in my lap. I got up and put it back in the freezer. And I wondered, why was she so scared? What is there to hide? I decided not to think about that. I started walking past the child, turning off the television. I went past her and heard, " Adam. . ." She was dreaming of that Adam again. Reliving someone's death over and over. Must be painful. I think I'm feeling sympathy. Should I . . . Reject it? Should I? I suppose not. I sat next to the child. Such a small thing. Seeing someone die like that must have been horrifying. Although I have seen people die. It does not bother me. And I have never experienced fear before. I cannot relate to you, child. But I know pain. That just came up, popped up. Another memory. My first defeat, by Neo. When he was inside of me. The pain. The horrible pain, and the thought of what was happening. Is that like dying? It must be. I got a blanket for her.
I went into my bedroom. And found my cat again. Sleeping. I sat there, thinking, remembering again. Until morning came. When she awoke, and came storming in.
Isis- There you are Smithie, come on we're gonna be late!
Smith- . . . what?
Isis- Come on! Come on!
She started pushing me out the door. I was still surprised.
Isis- Get your car keys and let's go!
Then we were in my car.
Isis- Here, drive to this address.
She handed me a paper with an address and directions.
Smith- Where are we going!?
Isis- To where your challenge is.
Smith- What!?
Isis- Smith, please just do it. You trust me don't you?
I didn't know. Do I trust her?
Smith- . . . I trust you.
Isis- Then drive.
I drove. And drove, while she was silent. I didn't know why I was putting my trust in a child. Why I was I driving to place I didn't know? I didn't ask her, I knew she wouldn't answer me.
It wasn't until an hour of driving did I realize that I knew this place. We were almost there, we were in a new town, that I've been in. I didn't know when I was here but I could remember it vaguely. Then I saw more and more graffiti, saying, "One." Then I realized. I fought him here.
Smith- you're not. . .
She looked down, and grinned.
Isis- Don't get mad, I think this is what is best.
Smith- I assure you, it is not best. I'm going back.
Isis- No! Don't you see what an opportunity this could be!? What you say to him!
I don't know why. But I kept driving. Driving to the place I fought The One so long ago. Back to the place where he hit me with that damn pole! The place where I showed him me, me, me. That fight.
Isis- Here it is. . . That door, go through there. Then go to room 01.
Smith- Why are you doing this?
Isis- Because it's the human thing to do.
I got out of my car, and walked into the door. It led to one of the shortcuts. With the long white hallways, with millions of doors. All leading in different directions. I could go through any one of them. But I didn't, I walked to the fist door. Marked 01. He was right behind this door. The One. My one enemy. What do I do? What do I say? Do I try and kill him? No. But why? Because there is no point now, is there? No. I looked at the door, the number was 01. But right under it was a taped piece of paper saying, " Just Go In Smith." Of course by Isis. Why does she care? Why would Neo agree to this? Because it is the human thing to do.
How do I proceed? Just go in. I opened the door. And the room was white. It seemed endless, with nothing there. Except for two white chairs, and a glass coffee table. Then another door opens to him. My one enemy, right there. I couldn't see his eyes, he couldn't see mine. We both started to walk to the chairs, eyeing each other. We sat down.
Oh how I want to mock him. To say, " hello Mr. Anderson." To see the hatred. To at least punch him. But I know I cannot do that. I watched him. Scanning me. He hasn't changed. Hasn't seemed to even age. He's still my enemy. He still wore the same sunglasses, same outfit, as I did. He stopped, and looked at me. A silence.
Neo- Smith.
Smith- Neo.
I could see it. Even behind those sunglasses, I could see he was surprised I called him Neo. He tilted back on the chair, as if he were relaxed. He took a moment, and took off his sunglasses. He put them on the table. Then looked at me. I stared at his sunglasses. What was he doing? I stared at him, and then did the same. I suppose it was like a sign. Signifying no fighting, or at least not today.
I sat with my arms crossed. I didn't want to talk. I wanted to kill him. Yet he sat relaxed. How can he be? He's a foot away from me! If only I had my damn gun! There was a long time with no talking, or moving. Then he grinned. I tilted my head. What was there to grin about?
Neo- You haven't changed.
Smith- . . . Nor have you.
He grinned again.
Neo- Time has changed a lot, Smith.
He was trying to have a conversation. How do I proceed? I want to kill him, but how do I proceed?
Smith- How so?
Neo- For one, you are actually here.
Smith- Do not remind me, Neo.
He cocked up his head, like he knew something I didn't.
Neo- You call me Neo.
Smith- It is your name isn't it?
Neo- True.
Smith- How could you agree to this, seeing me. You know how much I want to kill you right now?
Neo- I agreed because. . . Isis.
What? The child?
Neo- And do you know how much I want to kill you right now? But of course there would be no use now.
Smith- True.
What am I doing? Talking to Neo. Why the hell am I doing that? Why the hell. . .
Smith- What did that girl say?
Neo- Only that I should speak to you. I admit I don't really want to be here. I have things I need to do.
Smith- So you've made a life for yourself, right great Neo?
Neo- It has been . . . hard.
Really? Hard? Good.
I looked at him. He seemed tensed. I knew it wasn't because of me. I know enough about my enemy to know he never shows his fear in battle. Although, we are not in battle.
Smith- what troubles you?
Neo- Nothing. . . What troubles you?
Smith- excuse me?
Neo- I am informed you are troubled.
Smith- So you're my therapists now? Why are you here?
Neo- I am just here.
He even angers me now.
Smith- Fine.
A silence. How do I proceed? My brothers. How do I proceed? I don't want to do this. I don't want to be like them. But do I have a choice? Must I accept it? That humans rule.
Smith- What have you done in these years?
Why did I just say that? Why was attempting to make ' small talk.' Why? Because that is how we proceed.
He looked at me. Surprised. Cautious. He didn't know what to think. Neither did I.
Neo-. . . building the city of Zon. Rebuilding the world. Accepting what has happened.
Smith- And you are a hero to these people.
Neo- Yes.
Smith- You've made a life.
Neo- Yes. . . I've made a great new life. With her mother's eyes.
What?! What the hell?!
Smith- Excuse me?
He smiled. Then reached into his coat, and pulled out a picture. Reaching he handed it to me. I looked at it. A picture showing Neo, and a little girl. The child was in his right arm. They both had on black cloaks, like the one Neo was wearing now. They both had the same dark sunglasses. And they both smiled slightly. A picture of a father and daughter.
Neo- My little bird, Raven.
What the hell was going on?! Neo has a daughter?! Neo has a daughter. . . I looked at the picture. A cute little girl. . .
Smith- Raven?
He nodded. I handed him the picture, he looked at it before he put it back in his pocket.
Neo- Yeah. I need to pick her up from school soon.
Smith- A daughter?
Neo- Yeah. My daughter. My little bird. My little Raven.
My God, a daughter. How can this be? Two Neos? No. Raven is just another human. I shouldn't hate her for her father. It is irrelevant. But God, a daughter.
Smith- I suppose my first question is, does she have any side effects?
Neo- She has been known to float her ball in the air, when in the Matrix.
Smith- If it weren't for your damn abilities Neo. . . Do you believe in the prophecy?
Something I never believed in.
Neo- That I would come. I don't know. Someone once told me I was an anomaly.
Smith- Perhaps you are simply an evolution.
Neo- How so?
Why was I talking to him? Telling him my thoughts? Why the hell!?
Smith- When a change occurs creatures must change in order to survive. To adapt, and evolve. Perhaps you are merely the evolved man. Able to survive by destroying the threat. The machines. The prophecy, being only a guess that evolution would take its toll. Despite my hopes, maybe one day the world will be full of Neos. Able to fly, with other adaptations.
Neo- Or maybe I am just an anomaly. With powers that have evolved over the time, I can fly in the real world now. Fight too.
Smith- Maybe.
Neo- Perhaps it is time for you to evolve.
Smith- Excuse me? Neo- A change has occurred, Smith. Humans rule now. Are you going to change? Or will you simply be erased by evolution.
Smith- So you are my therapist now. Why do you want to help me?
Neo- I don't.
A silence. Damn! Even he wanted me to accept the machine's defeat. Damn I want to kill him! A silence. But I have to accept it. . . Or I will be erased. .
Smith- Do I accept it, Neo?
He seemed surprised, I don't blame him.
Smith- I have spoken to many, all say I need to accept it, but do I? You of all people should know. Should I accept it? Do I give up my past, and accept it? Forget what I am, what has happened to me, and accept it?
Neo- . . . you are too smart for this. I can remember. The first time I fought you, the hatred in your eyes, when I punched you. The smirks you gave me. You were more human then, than you are now.
Smith- What?
Neo- you would smile at my pain. You felt then, but you didn't realize it. Back then you had me to feel emotion for. Hatred, anger, desperation, pain, defeat, delight. But now the war is over, and I have won. Now there is nothing to feel for except agony. You felt then.
Was he right? I can't seem to recall. My enemy has shown me something. I was human then. I looked down, ignoring his stare. There was a long silence.
Neo- And you?
Smith- what?
Neo- What have you done in your life?
Smith-. . . . I have a cat.
A silence. I felt then didn't I? I proceed. I will evolve.
Neo- two enemies who would do anything to see the other die, now having a decent conversation.
Smith- Ironic. If I only had my gun you know. . .
Neo- If I only had a pole. . .
Smith- If I only had two copies. . .
Neo- If I only had room to fly. . .
Smith- If only I had the files on fighting. . .
Neo- So they did delete your martial arts files?
Smith- I can't even hold a gun.
Neo- Do you miss the fighting?
Smith- I miss the power.
Neo- Are you ready to accept it?
Was I?
Smith- . . . Yes.
Neo- Then get up.
Neo got up from his chair, and put his glasses on. I watched for a moment as he walked to the center of this whit room. Then I got my glasses, and met him there.
Neo- You are not the Smith I fought so long ago. I can see it. Still you have hatred, but there is more desperation.
Reading me like a book. How I want to punch him.
Neo- Now fight me.
Smith- I cannot.
Neo- you should know by now, Smith. I can bend the rules here.
He waved his hand close to me. And for a moment you could see the green writing of Matrix code around his hand. I watched as the code fell to the ground, disappearing. Then. . . There was this sensation beyond words. Something was happening to me. It was. . . Data. Data going through my code. New Data that seemed familiar. It ran through me, and I scanned what it was. Files. Files on. . . I looked down, then at Neo.
Smith- I know. . .Kung Fu.
He smiled as if it were a joke. Then I saw that I knew all the martial arts. I. . . I had Power! The power I knew so long ago! It was mine again! My power!
I looked at him, my enemy. I got in position to fight. Then he did. There was a long moment before I tried to punch him. He dodged by bending down, and I kicked him. He jumped up, punching me. He took the offensive, trying to punch me. He continued as I had back away. I blocked his punches, then a kick got me. I slid under him, and grabbed him. He flipped me over. Then I started to punch him. He blocked every one as I continued. This brought back so many memories. Then I punched him, and he kicked. I jumped and continued to punch. My power was back! I could hear the sound my punches made, as they went quickly through the air. So familiar. As I punched he jumped into the air, like The One he jumped farther than possible. I started to run towards where he would land. Then I felt his kick. From the air I was kicked. No matter. I've felt worst. Jumping up I jabbed him with a knee. He jabbed me in the back of my neck with his elbow. I jabbed him with mine. Then he punched me. I kicked him in the chest. Then another jab to my face. The pain was familiar too. He grabbed me by my right arm. I kicked him, as he kicked me. This continued for almost an hour. We both were not hurt badly. Just because of what we are. Then a moment of staring each other down. Then more fighting. More power. After a kick to him. Neo began to lift into the air without any effort like long ago. Before he got too high, I was able to grab the end of his cloak. I pulled him into the ground.
Smith- After all these years, you still wear this cloak!
Instead of falling to the ground, he jumped off of it, towards me. He punched me and grabbed my tie. I had the end of his cloak, he had my tie.
Neo- And you still wear a tie!
Another stare down, then we both let go and spun around. Then Neo loosened his fist, and stopped. I did the same. It was over. He took off his glasses, as did I. We bowed to each other, like in martial arts. And that was that.
There he was. My one enemy. He had given me my power back. I owe him.
Neo- I must go now.
Smith- Yes.
He began to walk away.
Smith- Neo.
He turned.
Smith- Say hello to Raven for me.
He smiled slightly, and nodded. Then he walked through the white door. And he was gone.
Smith- Thank you, Neo.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There you go, the future for Neo. Do not worry, Neo will still be in this story. . . So will Raven, and Trinity. And there is going to be a couple of surprises. With this I leave you, to accept the future, of these two enemies.
"Purpose Mr. Anderson. . . Purpose."