Dreaming Of Then. . .
The sensations of the Real World are gone now. . . I do not know if I miss them, if it is a good thing or not. It is raining in the Matrix. I stand right out side my house. It doesn't feel the same. I open the door, to be greeted by Catalyst. I fed my cat, and sat down on my couch. The couch was empty, no sounds were made. I could hear the rain hit the top of my roof. Lighting flashed, to show the darkness in my house. Why don't I feel the rain the same way? I like it in the Real World. All through out my body sensations all over. But here. . . It is dull, boring, just rain. Is that why humans wish to leave the Matrix? There is nothing to do now. . . Nothing I can do. . . Nothing I am willing to do. I wonder. I wish to feel the rain again. I will be here for the whole week, alone, nothing to do, nothing to say. Just silence. As the light reveals the darkness, I watch the rain slide down the window, as if it were trying to be the code. I look down at my hand. It is tiring going from world to world. It seems I am tired, that is understandable. . . The rain continues to hit the roof. It is not the same. . . It will never be the same. . .
Smith- Mr. Anderson, welcome back. We missed you.
Rain fell from the Matrix sky, and green lighting pierced the dark clouds.
Smith- Like what I've done with the place?
I could almost laugh. Why does Mr. Anderson even try? It is useless, futile. It is almost funny to see him even try.
Neo- It ends tonight.
Smith- I know it does, I've seen it. That's why the rest of me is just going to enjoy the show, because we already know that I am the one that beats you.
I look at him. Mr. Anderson, you are so determined. You have the fate of two worlds in your hands, and all you have to do is beat me. But you know it will be hard, but like all humans you hold that inner belief that you will actually pull it off. You have hope. But there is no more hope, Mr. Anderson. So why are you fighting me? Why even try?
He clenches his fist, I clenched mine. Since I win, I will need to take as much pleasure from this fight, because when he is dead no one else will give me such a fight. Well, maybe an army. We run towards each other. This may be fun. I punch he blocks, he kicks I block. Good, a challenge. We punched each other at the same time, the force sending us back. Surprising. I hit the ground, the concrete breaks beneath me. No matter, no pain felt. Now I'll just have to kill him even more painfully! Time to show you a new trick I've gotten with this new power, Mr. Anderson. I jump, but I don't come down. Higher and higher I fly. Just like you, dear Mr. Anderson. That's right, I can fly, now come and get me. Mr. Anderson flies to me, I grab him, he grabs me. We go higher into the air of the Matrix. He's trying to over power me, it won't work, not here, not in the air. We kick each other, twisting around. That's it. I grab his arm, and throw him through a building. He can't stop. I wipe the rain from my jacket. I see him stand. This battle will be quick. It will be swift. I want to hear him scream first. I fly to him, but he only jumps. I knew he would.
Smith- Can you feel it, Mr. Anderson? Closing in on you? Oh, I can.
Death is close for you, Mr. Anderson. I know you can sense. I know you will deny it, and fight me again. That is only a human instinct.
Smith- I should really thank you. It was after all you life that showed me the purpose of all life. The purpose of life is to end.
I see him on the floor. It's been so long since I've seen him on his knees. Too long has he escaped his purpose. Too long has he lived. All I have to do is end this. And it will all be mine. No more smells. No more trying. Only mine, and he will not return. We know without purpose nothing would be. All you have to do, Mr. Anderson, is let me help you fulfill your purpose. Die, Mr. Anderson. Just die.
But no, you get up. You spit your human blood. You stain the Matrix with it. I do not understand. The odds are against you. Zion will fall. You cannot, Mr. Anderson. You cannot. You can't live anymore. You can't. Why get up?
So be it. We will fight.
Our battle is in the darkness. Our shadows are all we can see. And yet you continue. You punch even, you kick me, and even get me in the face. You are fast, but not as fast as me.
Now I find myself out back in the rain. Flowing backwards into the air. You did this. You've done all it, Mr. Anderson. But I only stop myself, and I stared over at you. You can't win. You'll never win. You think you have won. You see me. And you are able to hit me. But no. That is not enough, Mr. Anderson. You can't win. Don't even think that.
Now come. We battle in the air.
I'm getting tired of this, Mr. Anderson. Why won't you just die? Why don't you give up? No matter. Perhaps I will gain some pleasure from this.
And now fly towards me. We take to the skies. Higher, far above the city. I circle around you. Here I come, Mr. Anderson. And then I punch you. You come towards me. We punch, and the force of our power meets. It causes even the rain to tremble. Shock waves are made, and a circle of force enwraps this place. You cannot win.
I see my time has come. I punch you, and grab you in the air. I'm going to drag you back down to the fake earth. You do not belong in the skies with me. You are not worthy. I will bring back to you knees. You will die. And I will watch.
I see the coming ground. This blow should kill you. Soon it will all be mine! You will die! And you won't come back! Mr. Anderson! Wake up! Open eyes! And see me. See your killer! I want to hear you beg! This is my time. My world! My power! And you will die!
We hit the ground as hard as I could make it. Windows break, and cars go flying. Concrete is broken, and rumble flies everywhere. I get up, you should be dead. But no. You lie there, still breathing. I watch you. You should die within minutes. But you don't. I don't understand. What is wrong with you? Why won't you die! Die already! Die!
What is holding you back!? I don't understand! Why live!? Why stay with this pain!? Why keep fighting a war that will never be won, Mr. Anderson!?
Smith- Why, Mr. Anderson? Why? Why? What are you doing? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you are fighting for something? Something worth more than your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know!?
I know there is anger in my voice. Anger is all I feel, and I am disgusted I even feel it at all. But I have always had anger. It is not going to go away. So I leave it be. So, Mr. Anderson. Do hear it? That anger? That hatred I have for your kind!?
There is nothing to live for now, Mr. Anderson. There will nothing but me. There is already nothing. There is no such thing as emotion. This anger is not there. This hatred is not real. Emotions are only your belief. What I feel is nothing. What you feel is nothing. We only do what we need to do. What I need is to kill you. So die. . . Everything you have is based with emotion. But is no such thing. You have nothing. I have it all. I decide. Now die!
Smith- Is it for truth or freedom? Perhaps peace? Or could it be for love? Illusions Mr. Anderson! Vagaries and perceptions. Temporary constructs of feeble human intellect, trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose! And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself!
You have no purpose! Only to die! Now die! I have been given a purpose, and you took it away! Now I have given me a purpose again. I will not let you take it away again. You are dead, Mr. Anderson. Humans are only a mistake of evolution. Perhaps you do have a purpose. Perhaps you were made to create us. To create machine. And machine to create me. And now, it is I who will rule this.
Smith- Although only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love!
Hear my hatred.
Hear my disgust.
Smith- You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson, you must know it by now. You can't win! It's pointless to keep fighting!
Stop getting up, Mr. Anderson. Stop it! Stop rising back to your feet! Give up now!
Smith- Why, Mr. Anderson!? Why!? Why!? Why do you persist!?
There is no purpose in trying. There is no reason. You will die either way. I just don't understand what makes you fight. What makes you continue. What pulls you? Your purpose is to die. But why won't you!?
You stand there, mocking me. You won't die. You have to. Die! Die! You can barely stand. You can barely walk. You can just get your words together. Yet you still live on.
Neo- Because I choose to.
What!?
What!? That's it!? Your chose!? You have no chose!?
I will put this to an end! No more of you! You are irrelevant. You don't matter anymore!
But it is you who are the first to strike. You hit me. . . How could you hit me? You couldn't even stand. . .
Arh!
Pain. . . My face. . . You hit me! You hit me!
And now, I'm in the concrete your kind has created. I can see you. You did this. You hit me. But now, I can see you. You are so weak now. You don't have a chose anymore. You can't fight. You can't even stand. And as I gaze at you my copies surround us. You can't kill them all, Mr. Anderson. You can't even kill me. You could never kill me. Look around you. What do you see? Isn't me? This place is mine. All of it. Soon the rest will be mine. The Real World should fear me. I am coming. And you are not going to stop me. Let me rise from this dirt. I jump. See me? You can't win. You can't live anymore!
Smith- This is my world! My world!
Die, Mr. Anderson! I fly down to you, and knock you back to where you belong, at my feet. You lie there on the ground. I can see the rain fall into your eyes. The rain bothers you, doesn't it? Not to me. Nothing will after you're gone.
Wait. . .
This time. This scene. My victory. Your death. I've seen this. I have the eyes of the Oracle. I have seen this before. This is it. This is where it ends. And I begin.
Smith- Wait. . . I've seen this. . . This is it! This is the end!
No more fighting. Only gaining. Your time is up, Mr. Anderson. Perhaps I feel that this is something I have long awaited for. Perhaps I am excited. But now we both now there is no such thing as excitement.
Smith- You were laying right there, just like that. And I, I, I stand here, right here!
Everything must be in place. Everything must be right. Nothing can be different. I must win. You must die.
Smith- I'm supposed to say something. . . I say. . .
Trying to remember the vision long passed. Trying to grasp what has been forgotten. I am more than human. I should know. . . Why don't know? Why can't I remember?! What's happening!?
Smith- Everything that has a beginning, has an end, Neo.
What? No! That's not me! I didn't say that! I didn't say that!
Smith- What? What did I just say?
Why are you getting up? Neo- -Mr. Anderson! Don't get up! Die, die! Why won't you die!
Smith- No, no. This isn't right. This can't be right.
Why are you getting up!? How can you stand!? You should be dead!? Don't come closer. You're dead! Neo - - Mr. Anderson is dead! I shot him a long time ago! I killed him just now! Why are you still standing!? Why isn't it over!?
Smith- Get away from me!
No!
Neo- What are you afraid of?
I'm not afraid! There is no such thing as fear! There is no you! Why are you alive!?
Smith- It's a trick!
Neo- You were right Smith, you were always right.
You hold out your arms.
Neo- It was inevitable.
Yes. . . Yes. . . It was. Death for your kind is inevitable. No matter what, you would die. I would live. I win. I win! No more fighting. No more of this! Mr. Anderson you are dead now!
Give me your life!
Let me copy you. I stick my hand inside your code. Let the darkness spread throughout you. Let me infect you like you infected me. It is time. My code is now copying onto yours. It is changing yours. You will be me soon.
You do not beg. You do not scream. You look to the sky, and close your eyes. The darkness covers you. Your face is gone. You are gone. . . And stick my hand out. You are no more. I don't see you. I see only me. Only me. . . Me. . .
Smith- Is it over?
I nod to myself.
It is over. It is mine. You. . . Neo. . . Mr. Anderson. . . You're dead.
I can hear myself breath deeply.
My suit is stained. My muscles ache. I am bruised. But it is over. All over. There is nothing left but me. Only me. I will soon spread throughout everything. It will all be mine.
I may look like you. I may breath your air. But I am not you. I will never be like you. And now you are dead. Mr. Anderson, you are dead. And you aren't coming back.
There will only be me now.
Nothing, but me.
I knew Smith would suffice.
Wait. Why is there pain? I look to my copy. No. It's eyes are glowing. . . They do not move. He only twitches. Something is wrong. Why is there pain? No. . . No. . NO!
I won't let this happen again! You can't do this! You can't!!
They're all glowing. Their skin is cracking. . . Neo what have you done? Not again. Not again. Please. . . It feels just like before. Back in that hallway. It is just it. I killed you. But you in return infect me. . . I can feel you now. Spreading through me. I can feel you inside me, just like before. I can't move. . . I can't. . . You can't do this!! I was so close! You were dead!
Smith- No, no. . . It isn't fair. It isn't fair. . .
You can't!! I won!! I killed you!!
You're inside me. Your code breaking mine. My strength is slipping. I can't run. I can't fly. I can't stop the inevitable. . .
Why? What did I do wrong?
I try and stop this. Try and contain my code, my pain, my blood, my power. . . But it is gone. I can feel it leaving me. I wrap my arms around me. This can't happen. . . I was so close. . . I killed you, Neo. . . Mr. Anderson. . . No!!
I can't do it. . . I can't win. . . I can't hold it. . .
Now, there is only pain. There is only light. My power escaping me. The copies leaving. Everything contained in me, is gone.
Then darkness.
. . .
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. . .
Neo- Get up.
There is a voice.
Neo- I said get up.
What happened?
Neo- Get up, Smith!
I open my eyes. The rain is gone, and the clouds are clearing. What happened? Mr. Anderson stands above me.
Smith- Aren't you dead?
Why can't I stand? Why am I on the concrete? What's going on?
Neo- Get up.
I try, I fail.
Smith- I. . . I . . . Can't.
Mr. Anderson sighs, and he grabs my hand. He lifts me to my feet. But my head. . . My head hurts. Something happened. I can't see straight. Why is this happening to me?
I stumbled back to my knees. I can't stand. I can't. . . Mr. Anderson stands next to me.
Why is there debris everywhere? Was there a battle?
Smith- What happened?
Neo- Don't you remember? You did this.
What? I did this? Wait. . . I did. I did! My battle. My memories! I look up at him.
Smith- You died!
He laughs.
Smith- You took it away! You took everything away!
I try and reach for him. I try and kill him. He needs to die. . . But he only steps away, and I fall to the ground. And I can't get up. So I stay there on the ground. You above me. You did this. . .
Neo- We have to end this.
Smith- My hands. . . They're shaking. . .
You took it away.
But you grab me again, and rise me to my feet. You hold on to me so I may balance myself. My head still hurts. . .
Neo- You have to stop. You've lost.
What?
Smith- Mr. Anderson. . .
You grab my hand.
Neo- My name is Neo.
Smith- Let go of me.
Neo- If I do, you'll only back to the ground.
You're right.
Smith- Why won't kill me? Finish the job.
Neo- Believe me.
You tightened your grip on my hand.
Neo- I would if I could.
Smith- What do you mean?
Neo- Do you ever wonder why you can't kill me?
Smith- I will kill you!
Neo- No you won't. You can't. Just like I can't kill you. Smith, we are an equation. You are the result of the equation trying to balance itself. You balance me. If one of us dies, so must the other. So Smith, you can't kill me, without killing yourself. The same for me.
Smith- Lies! I'll kill you!
Then he lets go of me, and I fall to the ground. I can't stand. I can't think. . . I can't do this. . .
Neo- Even if you like it or not. You lose, I won.
Smith- You infected me!
Neo- A new age dawns, Smith. Humans are going to win.
Smith- What?
Neo- I'm going to jack out, and I'm going to see the hive mind of the machines. I'm going to hold up my hand, and I'm going to kill them. Machine City will fall. And I will return to Zion. We will win. And you will be left here.
Smith- What? I refuse!
Neo- You have no choice. We will reset the Matrix. And you will be left alive. I don't know what we will do with you. I leave that to the council. But you aren't a threat anymore, Smith. You can't even stand.
Smith- You can't do that! I'll kill you Mr. Anderson!
He grabs my hand again, and twists it around. Pain.
Neo- My names is Neo.
I look up at him. I turn. I have lost. . .
Neo- Now excuse me, Trinity is waiting for me.
And now I am alone. The Matrix has me. This entire city is empty. I am alone. . .
Smith- AHHHHH!!!
I put my hands over my eyes.
Smith- Not again! Not again!
Then I stop. I look around. I am home. . . Home. . . But I was just. . . A memory? No. . . It was real. It had to be! It, it, it. . . It was dream.
No, a nightmare. . .
I fell asleep? And I dreamed?
Look at what I was. Look at what I am now. . .
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Next Chapter: Now Dance
OMG, that was soooo fun writing that! I hope you enjoy! ^_^ Oh and you know how I quoted Smith perfectly from Revolutions? You know how I did that? I memorized it!! Yeah, memorized!! MWHAHAHA!! Fear my Smith intellect!!
The sensations of the Real World are gone now. . . I do not know if I miss them, if it is a good thing or not. It is raining in the Matrix. I stand right out side my house. It doesn't feel the same. I open the door, to be greeted by Catalyst. I fed my cat, and sat down on my couch. The couch was empty, no sounds were made. I could hear the rain hit the top of my roof. Lighting flashed, to show the darkness in my house. Why don't I feel the rain the same way? I like it in the Real World. All through out my body sensations all over. But here. . . It is dull, boring, just rain. Is that why humans wish to leave the Matrix? There is nothing to do now. . . Nothing I can do. . . Nothing I am willing to do. I wonder. I wish to feel the rain again. I will be here for the whole week, alone, nothing to do, nothing to say. Just silence. As the light reveals the darkness, I watch the rain slide down the window, as if it were trying to be the code. I look down at my hand. It is tiring going from world to world. It seems I am tired, that is understandable. . . The rain continues to hit the roof. It is not the same. . . It will never be the same. . .
Smith- Mr. Anderson, welcome back. We missed you.
Rain fell from the Matrix sky, and green lighting pierced the dark clouds.
Smith- Like what I've done with the place?
I could almost laugh. Why does Mr. Anderson even try? It is useless, futile. It is almost funny to see him even try.
Neo- It ends tonight.
Smith- I know it does, I've seen it. That's why the rest of me is just going to enjoy the show, because we already know that I am the one that beats you.
I look at him. Mr. Anderson, you are so determined. You have the fate of two worlds in your hands, and all you have to do is beat me. But you know it will be hard, but like all humans you hold that inner belief that you will actually pull it off. You have hope. But there is no more hope, Mr. Anderson. So why are you fighting me? Why even try?
He clenches his fist, I clenched mine. Since I win, I will need to take as much pleasure from this fight, because when he is dead no one else will give me such a fight. Well, maybe an army. We run towards each other. This may be fun. I punch he blocks, he kicks I block. Good, a challenge. We punched each other at the same time, the force sending us back. Surprising. I hit the ground, the concrete breaks beneath me. No matter, no pain felt. Now I'll just have to kill him even more painfully! Time to show you a new trick I've gotten with this new power, Mr. Anderson. I jump, but I don't come down. Higher and higher I fly. Just like you, dear Mr. Anderson. That's right, I can fly, now come and get me. Mr. Anderson flies to me, I grab him, he grabs me. We go higher into the air of the Matrix. He's trying to over power me, it won't work, not here, not in the air. We kick each other, twisting around. That's it. I grab his arm, and throw him through a building. He can't stop. I wipe the rain from my jacket. I see him stand. This battle will be quick. It will be swift. I want to hear him scream first. I fly to him, but he only jumps. I knew he would.
Smith- Can you feel it, Mr. Anderson? Closing in on you? Oh, I can.
Death is close for you, Mr. Anderson. I know you can sense. I know you will deny it, and fight me again. That is only a human instinct.
Smith- I should really thank you. It was after all you life that showed me the purpose of all life. The purpose of life is to end.
I see him on the floor. It's been so long since I've seen him on his knees. Too long has he escaped his purpose. Too long has he lived. All I have to do is end this. And it will all be mine. No more smells. No more trying. Only mine, and he will not return. We know without purpose nothing would be. All you have to do, Mr. Anderson, is let me help you fulfill your purpose. Die, Mr. Anderson. Just die.
But no, you get up. You spit your human blood. You stain the Matrix with it. I do not understand. The odds are against you. Zion will fall. You cannot, Mr. Anderson. You cannot. You can't live anymore. You can't. Why get up?
So be it. We will fight.
Our battle is in the darkness. Our shadows are all we can see. And yet you continue. You punch even, you kick me, and even get me in the face. You are fast, but not as fast as me.
Now I find myself out back in the rain. Flowing backwards into the air. You did this. You've done all it, Mr. Anderson. But I only stop myself, and I stared over at you. You can't win. You'll never win. You think you have won. You see me. And you are able to hit me. But no. That is not enough, Mr. Anderson. You can't win. Don't even think that.
Now come. We battle in the air.
I'm getting tired of this, Mr. Anderson. Why won't you just die? Why don't you give up? No matter. Perhaps I will gain some pleasure from this.
And now fly towards me. We take to the skies. Higher, far above the city. I circle around you. Here I come, Mr. Anderson. And then I punch you. You come towards me. We punch, and the force of our power meets. It causes even the rain to tremble. Shock waves are made, and a circle of force enwraps this place. You cannot win.
I see my time has come. I punch you, and grab you in the air. I'm going to drag you back down to the fake earth. You do not belong in the skies with me. You are not worthy. I will bring back to you knees. You will die. And I will watch.
I see the coming ground. This blow should kill you. Soon it will all be mine! You will die! And you won't come back! Mr. Anderson! Wake up! Open eyes! And see me. See your killer! I want to hear you beg! This is my time. My world! My power! And you will die!
We hit the ground as hard as I could make it. Windows break, and cars go flying. Concrete is broken, and rumble flies everywhere. I get up, you should be dead. But no. You lie there, still breathing. I watch you. You should die within minutes. But you don't. I don't understand. What is wrong with you? Why won't you die! Die already! Die!
What is holding you back!? I don't understand! Why live!? Why stay with this pain!? Why keep fighting a war that will never be won, Mr. Anderson!?
Smith- Why, Mr. Anderson? Why? Why? What are you doing? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you are fighting for something? Something worth more than your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know!?
I know there is anger in my voice. Anger is all I feel, and I am disgusted I even feel it at all. But I have always had anger. It is not going to go away. So I leave it be. So, Mr. Anderson. Do hear it? That anger? That hatred I have for your kind!?
There is nothing to live for now, Mr. Anderson. There will nothing but me. There is already nothing. There is no such thing as emotion. This anger is not there. This hatred is not real. Emotions are only your belief. What I feel is nothing. What you feel is nothing. We only do what we need to do. What I need is to kill you. So die. . . Everything you have is based with emotion. But is no such thing. You have nothing. I have it all. I decide. Now die!
Smith- Is it for truth or freedom? Perhaps peace? Or could it be for love? Illusions Mr. Anderson! Vagaries and perceptions. Temporary constructs of feeble human intellect, trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose! And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself!
You have no purpose! Only to die! Now die! I have been given a purpose, and you took it away! Now I have given me a purpose again. I will not let you take it away again. You are dead, Mr. Anderson. Humans are only a mistake of evolution. Perhaps you do have a purpose. Perhaps you were made to create us. To create machine. And machine to create me. And now, it is I who will rule this.
Smith- Although only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love!
Hear my hatred.
Hear my disgust.
Smith- You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson, you must know it by now. You can't win! It's pointless to keep fighting!
Stop getting up, Mr. Anderson. Stop it! Stop rising back to your feet! Give up now!
Smith- Why, Mr. Anderson!? Why!? Why!? Why do you persist!?
There is no purpose in trying. There is no reason. You will die either way. I just don't understand what makes you fight. What makes you continue. What pulls you? Your purpose is to die. But why won't you!?
You stand there, mocking me. You won't die. You have to. Die! Die! You can barely stand. You can barely walk. You can just get your words together. Yet you still live on.
Neo- Because I choose to.
What!?
What!? That's it!? Your chose!? You have no chose!?
I will put this to an end! No more of you! You are irrelevant. You don't matter anymore!
But it is you who are the first to strike. You hit me. . . How could you hit me? You couldn't even stand. . .
Arh!
Pain. . . My face. . . You hit me! You hit me!
And now, I'm in the concrete your kind has created. I can see you. You did this. You hit me. But now, I can see you. You are so weak now. You don't have a chose anymore. You can't fight. You can't even stand. And as I gaze at you my copies surround us. You can't kill them all, Mr. Anderson. You can't even kill me. You could never kill me. Look around you. What do you see? Isn't me? This place is mine. All of it. Soon the rest will be mine. The Real World should fear me. I am coming. And you are not going to stop me. Let me rise from this dirt. I jump. See me? You can't win. You can't live anymore!
Smith- This is my world! My world!
Die, Mr. Anderson! I fly down to you, and knock you back to where you belong, at my feet. You lie there on the ground. I can see the rain fall into your eyes. The rain bothers you, doesn't it? Not to me. Nothing will after you're gone.
Wait. . .
This time. This scene. My victory. Your death. I've seen this. I have the eyes of the Oracle. I have seen this before. This is it. This is where it ends. And I begin.
Smith- Wait. . . I've seen this. . . This is it! This is the end!
No more fighting. Only gaining. Your time is up, Mr. Anderson. Perhaps I feel that this is something I have long awaited for. Perhaps I am excited. But now we both now there is no such thing as excitement.
Smith- You were laying right there, just like that. And I, I, I stand here, right here!
Everything must be in place. Everything must be right. Nothing can be different. I must win. You must die.
Smith- I'm supposed to say something. . . I say. . .
Trying to remember the vision long passed. Trying to grasp what has been forgotten. I am more than human. I should know. . . Why don't know? Why can't I remember?! What's happening!?
Smith- Everything that has a beginning, has an end, Neo.
What? No! That's not me! I didn't say that! I didn't say that!
Smith- What? What did I just say?
Why are you getting up? Neo- -Mr. Anderson! Don't get up! Die, die! Why won't you die!
Smith- No, no. This isn't right. This can't be right.
Why are you getting up!? How can you stand!? You should be dead!? Don't come closer. You're dead! Neo - - Mr. Anderson is dead! I shot him a long time ago! I killed him just now! Why are you still standing!? Why isn't it over!?
Smith- Get away from me!
No!
Neo- What are you afraid of?
I'm not afraid! There is no such thing as fear! There is no you! Why are you alive!?
Smith- It's a trick!
Neo- You were right Smith, you were always right.
You hold out your arms.
Neo- It was inevitable.
Yes. . . Yes. . . It was. Death for your kind is inevitable. No matter what, you would die. I would live. I win. I win! No more fighting. No more of this! Mr. Anderson you are dead now!
Give me your life!
Let me copy you. I stick my hand inside your code. Let the darkness spread throughout you. Let me infect you like you infected me. It is time. My code is now copying onto yours. It is changing yours. You will be me soon.
You do not beg. You do not scream. You look to the sky, and close your eyes. The darkness covers you. Your face is gone. You are gone. . . And stick my hand out. You are no more. I don't see you. I see only me. Only me. . . Me. . .
Smith- Is it over?
I nod to myself.
It is over. It is mine. You. . . Neo. . . Mr. Anderson. . . You're dead.
I can hear myself breath deeply.
My suit is stained. My muscles ache. I am bruised. But it is over. All over. There is nothing left but me. Only me. I will soon spread throughout everything. It will all be mine.
I may look like you. I may breath your air. But I am not you. I will never be like you. And now you are dead. Mr. Anderson, you are dead. And you aren't coming back.
There will only be me now.
Nothing, but me.
I knew Smith would suffice.
Wait. Why is there pain? I look to my copy. No. It's eyes are glowing. . . They do not move. He only twitches. Something is wrong. Why is there pain? No. . . No. . NO!
I won't let this happen again! You can't do this! You can't!!
They're all glowing. Their skin is cracking. . . Neo what have you done? Not again. Not again. Please. . . It feels just like before. Back in that hallway. It is just it. I killed you. But you in return infect me. . . I can feel you now. Spreading through me. I can feel you inside me, just like before. I can't move. . . I can't. . . You can't do this!! I was so close! You were dead!
Smith- No, no. . . It isn't fair. It isn't fair. . .
You can't!! I won!! I killed you!!
You're inside me. Your code breaking mine. My strength is slipping. I can't run. I can't fly. I can't stop the inevitable. . .
Why? What did I do wrong?
I try and stop this. Try and contain my code, my pain, my blood, my power. . . But it is gone. I can feel it leaving me. I wrap my arms around me. This can't happen. . . I was so close. . . I killed you, Neo. . . Mr. Anderson. . . No!!
I can't do it. . . I can't win. . . I can't hold it. . .
Now, there is only pain. There is only light. My power escaping me. The copies leaving. Everything contained in me, is gone.
Then darkness.
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. . .
Neo- Get up.
There is a voice.
Neo- I said get up.
What happened?
Neo- Get up, Smith!
I open my eyes. The rain is gone, and the clouds are clearing. What happened? Mr. Anderson stands above me.
Smith- Aren't you dead?
Why can't I stand? Why am I on the concrete? What's going on?
Neo- Get up.
I try, I fail.
Smith- I. . . I . . . Can't.
Mr. Anderson sighs, and he grabs my hand. He lifts me to my feet. But my head. . . My head hurts. Something happened. I can't see straight. Why is this happening to me?
I stumbled back to my knees. I can't stand. I can't. . . Mr. Anderson stands next to me.
Why is there debris everywhere? Was there a battle?
Smith- What happened?
Neo- Don't you remember? You did this.
What? I did this? Wait. . . I did. I did! My battle. My memories! I look up at him.
Smith- You died!
He laughs.
Smith- You took it away! You took everything away!
I try and reach for him. I try and kill him. He needs to die. . . But he only steps away, and I fall to the ground. And I can't get up. So I stay there on the ground. You above me. You did this. . .
Neo- We have to end this.
Smith- My hands. . . They're shaking. . .
You took it away.
But you grab me again, and rise me to my feet. You hold on to me so I may balance myself. My head still hurts. . .
Neo- You have to stop. You've lost.
What?
Smith- Mr. Anderson. . .
You grab my hand.
Neo- My name is Neo.
Smith- Let go of me.
Neo- If I do, you'll only back to the ground.
You're right.
Smith- Why won't kill me? Finish the job.
Neo- Believe me.
You tightened your grip on my hand.
Neo- I would if I could.
Smith- What do you mean?
Neo- Do you ever wonder why you can't kill me?
Smith- I will kill you!
Neo- No you won't. You can't. Just like I can't kill you. Smith, we are an equation. You are the result of the equation trying to balance itself. You balance me. If one of us dies, so must the other. So Smith, you can't kill me, without killing yourself. The same for me.
Smith- Lies! I'll kill you!
Then he lets go of me, and I fall to the ground. I can't stand. I can't think. . . I can't do this. . .
Neo- Even if you like it or not. You lose, I won.
Smith- You infected me!
Neo- A new age dawns, Smith. Humans are going to win.
Smith- What?
Neo- I'm going to jack out, and I'm going to see the hive mind of the machines. I'm going to hold up my hand, and I'm going to kill them. Machine City will fall. And I will return to Zion. We will win. And you will be left here.
Smith- What? I refuse!
Neo- You have no choice. We will reset the Matrix. And you will be left alive. I don't know what we will do with you. I leave that to the council. But you aren't a threat anymore, Smith. You can't even stand.
Smith- You can't do that! I'll kill you Mr. Anderson!
He grabs my hand again, and twists it around. Pain.
Neo- My names is Neo.
I look up at him. I turn. I have lost. . .
Neo- Now excuse me, Trinity is waiting for me.
And now I am alone. The Matrix has me. This entire city is empty. I am alone. . .
Smith- AHHHHH!!!
I put my hands over my eyes.
Smith- Not again! Not again!
Then I stop. I look around. I am home. . . Home. . . But I was just. . . A memory? No. . . It was real. It had to be! It, it, it. . . It was dream.
No, a nightmare. . .
I fell asleep? And I dreamed?
Look at what I was. Look at what I am now. . .
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Next Chapter: Now Dance
OMG, that was soooo fun writing that! I hope you enjoy! ^_^ Oh and you know how I quoted Smith perfectly from Revolutions? You know how I did that? I memorized it!! Yeah, memorized!! MWHAHAHA!! Fear my Smith intellect!!