Thank You
"Get up..."
A dead life. A life destined to be unnoticed, and unworthy,
"Smith..."
His life, his life destined died. But it dies too slowly for him. He wants to die now. Not wait. Not allow Mr. Anderson to take it away from him. This is how it is. This is his life, and he cannot change that. Pain.
"Please, get up."
He turns over, looking up, wondering if the voice he hears is a kind voice. But he only sees the Oracle, and he turns backs, and covers his eyes.
Why would she come back to him? Why would she follow him? After that look on her face?
The Oracle bends over, and pats him on the shoulder, trying to comfort him, as if it really would.
"I thought you would come here, you know." She whispers in a gentle voice.
Smith only turns farther away from her. The Oracle lowers her head.
"You have to come back with me, Smith. The Agents are coming. I sent Seraph to occupy them, but..." She trails off.
He doesn't move.
"It isn't your fault this has happened. Seraph does not understand. Ever since his wings were taken away...He has been distrusting towards people, outsiders. Ever since you attacked him..."
Smith lowers his head, and stares at his sunglasses in front of him.
"You have to come back with me..."
The Oracle leans in closer to him. Before she can see, Smith grabs her hand. He is not gently, he forgets how to be gentle. Agents, Viruses should not be gentle.
"Why?" He says, then lets go, still not looking at her.
He grabs his sunglasses, and holds them tightly, not wanting her to take them away from him.
"Why should I? Why should I leave? What would I return to? The noise...The smells!? Why should I? Why!? Why do you want me to return to a place that I hate, and they hate me!?"
Smith yells, and then is silent. He doesn't move, and holds his sunglasses tightly, as if they would protect him.
The Oracle looked away.
"You future does not lie here. This dead place...This place filled with blood and death." The Oracle whispers.
Smith starts shaking his head.
"Then where does it belong!? Where else but the place I have died repeatedly!? Where else would my future be if I have died so many times before!?" Smith yells, curling into a ball, fear of an answer.
"Your future lies somewhere great." She says.
That's enough. Smith turns to her, and sits up. He looks at her, a sad look, a look asking for no more lies. He doesn't want to be lied to like this. He has lied to himself already. Lied about making it, lied about living happily. He can't take anymore lies. No more lies of a future that might be better.
"No more lies." He hisses at the Oracle.
"How do you know I'm lying?" The Oracle tilts her head.
"This. This life. My life has come to this because of my choices." Smith sounds like he is an Agent.
He wants to be left alone. No more lies. No more lies. His copies were never coming. The smells and noises would never go away. He would never have the power he once had. Mr. Anderson was not going to spare him. He wants to stop lying to himself. Hoping for something better, when it will never come.
Alone, no one will ever be able to lie to him.
"You have more choices ahead of you." The Oracle says calmly.
"No! I was once you! I knew what you know! I had the eyes of the Oracle! I could foretell the future, and I knew the rules of foretelling. You have already made the choice! You're only here to know why you made it." Smith yells, and the Oracle nods. "How can I change my future, when it is already made for me!?" He yells.
His future made. His destiny chosen. Choices have been made already.
"There are many choices you must make, Smith." The Oracle says.
"But they are already made for me!"
"Yes, but how do you know what you have chosen?"
Smith pauses for a moment and stares at her.
"What else would I choose, but to repeat the past?" He turns away.
Even now, as he plans to run again, run away from the Oracle, he dreams of power again. He dreams of a human screaming for mercy, and he gives none. He dreams to fire a gun again. He dreams, and lies to himself.
What else would he choose, but to try again, to try and rule the world again, and fail?
"It is true, Smith." The Oracle admits.
Smith turns back to her, and sees the Oracle try to get closer to him. She leans closer, trying to put her hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him. But he turns away, and holds his sunglasses.
"When I try to see your future, I can't. I see darkness, I see pain... I see so many possibilities, so many choices. Your future is clouded. I can't see it." The Oracle says.
Smith turns his back to her. Trying to make her stop lying to him. He doesn't want to hear it.
"I only see what could be. Do you know what I see?" She asks.
He does not answer.
"Yes, I see pain, I see many deaths. But I also see you smile. You can do great things, Smith. I see you laugh. I see you happy." The Oracle finishes.
Lies. He looks at her, trying to see the lies in her eyes. But he sees nothing in the eyes that can see the future.
"Your future is a vague one. A confusing one. In a way, you future is up to you." She adds.
He looks at her.
"Future. Life can always change." The Oracle says.
Then she puts her hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him. He only stares at her, wondering if he could trust her. Wondering if his broken life could really be fixed.
"I can't do this..." He whispers.
He can't take this pain. The thoughts of lies, and the pain behind them. He can't take this anymore. All the smells and noises. Fear of what will come for him. Mr. Anderson was still coming.
"Change is never easy." The Oracle says.
"What can I do to make any of this better?" He looks at her.
She takes a moment to reply, just staring at him.
"You could help maintain peace between man and machine. Liberate programs from the Merovingian. Free the Agents..." She paused. "...Find The One."
His life could be better.
No more running.
No more fighting.
No more pain.
"Let go of the past. Choose your future." She said.
Could he really forget his past? A past so full of pain, and hatred? The life he spent so long building, destroyed in one night. The mighty Agent, mighty Virus was only remembered in him. Could he turn his back on that life? The life he held so much power.
Something to remind him he was strong once. Something to remind him of hatred.
Even now, he dreams of shooting Seraph. Even now he thinks of killing, and death. How could he choose something great, with thoughts like this? How could he choose a better life, if he already hurts someone?
Push all that away?
He stared at the Oracle with his blue eyes. And he dropped his sunglasses.
He wanted to forget, but could he?
"Thank you."
Six Months Later...
"Keep going! Keep going!" Morpheus yelled. "Get Akio out of here!"
They ran down hallways, endless, endless hallways. A maze of them, with a phone ringing in the distance.
He pushed the new recruit, Shade, and Akio threw the door, and slammed it behind him. He pulled out a gun, and held it straight down the hallway.
Agents, all three of them. He didn't understand, if they wanted peace, why did the Agents still come after them? What were they doing that was so wrong?
Then a door opens in the hallway, and Morpheus aims. Then Former Virus, Former Agent Smith looks down the hallway. And Morpheus drops his gun. Smith looks at him, suit and sunglasses. Everything, as if Neo didn't even touch him those months ago.
"No..." Morpheus begins.
And Smith closes the door behind him. He starts slowly walking towards Morpheus. His strides are strong. He comes closer to Morpheus who begins to slowly back away. Smith lowers his head.
Morpheus began to see his reflection in Smith's dark sunglasses.
He showed no emotion, no pain. Just like Morpheus remembered him. As if Neo didn't even hurt him. As if there was no fight between the two. Smith black suit and all, was coming for Morpheus.
And Morpheus knew, he will kill him.
"No! No! No! No! You're dead! You're dead! You're dead!" Morpheus yells, as he slides down the floor.
Smith leaned down, closer to Morpheus, a cold harsh look on his face. He would show no mercy in killing him.
Then the Agents come running down the hallway, and they stop at the sight of Smith. Smith looked over at them.
"You!" Johnson yelled.
Smith smiled.
Then they came running for Smith, forgetting about the Rebels. Their main objective to destroy the threat that was Smith.
And when Johnson began to his punch, Smith grabbed his fist.
There was a moment of silence, as the Agents analyzed Smith's speed. And Smith looked over at Morpheus, still on the floor.
"Run, Morpheus!" Smith commanded.
The Smith punched Johnson into the wall, and kicked Jackson. Smith had regained his strength. And Morpheus got up, staring at Smith, and taking of his sunglasses.
"Run!" Smith yelled.
Morpheus stared at him. Smith was alive, and Smith was saving him.
Then Smith punched Thompson, and grabbed Morpheus by the arm. He kicked a door open, pushed him through.
"Go to your Exit." Smith commanded him.
And all Morpheus could do was nod.
Smith was dead. Smith was dead. Neo gave his life for this peace they were able to have because Smith was dead. Smith was dead. Smith was Smith. Smith was nothing but a mad program with too much power. Smith was the program who thought he could smell mankind.
Smith was on his own side. Smith was hatred. That's all Smith was.
But this...What was he doing? Morpheus didn't understand this. This whole thing. This entire thing was wrong. He kept running though, and looked back to see Smith running with him.
When did this happen?
When did this all happen? When did Smith rise from the dead? When did Smith fight for them?
Then Smith pulled out his Desert Eagle, and started firing towards the three Agents that came running after them.
Smith, the name people of any kind have come to fear. Smith in his pitch black suit and sunglasses. Sunglasses that blocked the piercing eyes. Smith that loved to kill. Loved to see another human fall to his hands. Smith that rejected anything close to an emotion.
Not like this...
Smith didn't help, he didn't trust or anything close to that. But here Morpheus was. With the program that tried to once break his mind, now saving his life. A life he would have done anything to end, now rescued.
Then a phone is heard.
"Keep going." Smith tells Morpheus.
Then Morpheus looks back, as Smith stands his ground at the coming Agents. Then punched Johnson in the stomach, then kicks Thompson on the left, and punches Jackson on the right. Then Morpheus' jaw drops.
"Go!" Smith yells.
Then Morpheus opens the ending door, and there is the ringing phones.
And he looks back to see Smith, fighting the Agents as easily as Neo once did. Morpheus knew he should be afraid. He knew he should fear the coming months. The possible return of Smith's copies.
But as he stared at Smith, sacrificing for him, saving him. And he isn't.
Then Smith, looks back, looking almost worried for Morpheus.
"Thank you." Is all Morpheus can say.
Smith smiles at him, and nods.
Then Morpheus picked up the phone, and took one more look at Smith. Then returned to the Real World.
Then Smith smiled, and grabbed Johnson by the color.
"Hello there, Johnson." Smith said, humbly.
"You, Virus!" Johnson yells.
Smith looks down for a moment.
"No. Not anymore, Johnson."
Then he looks at Johnson again. And holds up his hand, as if he were going to copy him again. Smith lunges his hand into Johnson. And Johnson prepares for the familiar feeling of being copied into this Virus, into a Smith.
But Smith's hand doesn't go anywhere, just a simple lunge into Johnson's stomach. And Johnson looks at Smith, and Smith gives him a weak smile.
No, this is what Smith has chosen. He wasn't that person anymore.
"Welcome back, Smith." The Oracle welcomes him.
"Hello." He smiles at her.
Smith steps into his home, Sati running towards him. This is his home now. His and the Oracle's. He has his own room now even. It isn't much, whatever the Oracle could spare, and that is enough for him.
Every morning he wakes up in his own bed, and watches the sun rise to another day, and waits for Sati to wish him a good morning.
"Smith, we have to go shopping." The Oracle said, grabbing her keys.
"Oh, okay." Smith says.
"Do you want anything?"
"Get me some ice-cream!" He calls to her, as she walks out the door with Sati.
He smiles, and closes the door. He eats ice cream now. It took a while, but the Oracle gave him some ice cream and he loves it.
It's been six months. A lot has happened. He's trying to slowly become part of the world again. Trying to make contact with the Rebels. Trying to show he isn't a threat anymore. Of course, this will take time. Time he's willing to give.
He's given up on that life he always wanted to. That life full of death. A life he wanted to let go of. It's gone now, only memories remain. Memories that are fading. This is his life. His past stays in the past. His future lies in the future. He doesn't know if the Oracle can see his yet, maybe he rather not know.
The Oracle saved him because he was going to do something great for the world.
Maybe it is best he doesn't know.
So much pain has been lifted from him. It was hard letting go. It was hard for everything. But he does not fear his past or future anymore. He does not fear Mr. Anderson. Or Neo anymore.
The smells and noises are still there, but now he doesn't seem to notice or mind.
Then he sees Seraph sitting on the couch drinking some tea, and he is cautious to sit across from him. He looks at Seraph, wanting him to say something, wanting him to look at him. Seraph has been the only thing not to change over these months.
Then Seraph takes a sip of his tea.
"She tells me of what you have been doing." Seraph says.
"Yes..." Smith replies.
"You wish to redeem yourself." It was more of a statement than a question.
"Yes I do." Smith agrees.
Then Seraph is silent.
It hurt so much, Smith thinks. His life it hurt so much, and he hurt others. Now the pain is going away. Only scars remain. And he moves his hand to reveal scars from when he dropped the bowl.
"Would you like some tea?" Seraph asks.
Smith smiles.
"Yes."
Seraph pours him some tea, and in his own way is forgiving Smith. The Angel has forgiven the demon, and allowed him to fly again.
"Thank you." Smith says. "Thank you so much."
He let go of that life. He let go of the memories. He let go of the hatred.
He let go of Agent Smith, now it was just him. Smith.
He was able to see the paths ahead of him, to make the choices he needed.
And as he sleeps in his bed, his tie and jacket on the chair. His sunglasses on his dresser. He dreams of the life he could have lived all this time. If only he realized there were more choices there. There were so many more possibilities. So many more ways he could have done this.
At least he knows this now.
No more running. No more pain. No more bleeding. No more dying.
He didn't die on the inside anymore. He didn't kill himself with memories and regrets. Reliving memories of deaths. No more Mr. Anderson. Mr. Anderson was Neo. That is who he was. No more hatred.
He wasn't broken anymore.
He has had his ending. Now he may begin again.
"Good morning." Sati says.
And he wakes up into another day, staring at a beautiful little girl.
"Good morning." Smith smiles. "Thank you."
"Get up..."
A dead life. A life destined to be unnoticed, and unworthy,
"Smith..."
His life, his life destined died. But it dies too slowly for him. He wants to die now. Not wait. Not allow Mr. Anderson to take it away from him. This is how it is. This is his life, and he cannot change that. Pain.
"Please, get up."
He turns over, looking up, wondering if the voice he hears is a kind voice. But he only sees the Oracle, and he turns backs, and covers his eyes.
Why would she come back to him? Why would she follow him? After that look on her face?
The Oracle bends over, and pats him on the shoulder, trying to comfort him, as if it really would.
"I thought you would come here, you know." She whispers in a gentle voice.
Smith only turns farther away from her. The Oracle lowers her head.
"You have to come back with me, Smith. The Agents are coming. I sent Seraph to occupy them, but..." She trails off.
He doesn't move.
"It isn't your fault this has happened. Seraph does not understand. Ever since his wings were taken away...He has been distrusting towards people, outsiders. Ever since you attacked him..."
Smith lowers his head, and stares at his sunglasses in front of him.
"You have to come back with me..."
The Oracle leans in closer to him. Before she can see, Smith grabs her hand. He is not gently, he forgets how to be gentle. Agents, Viruses should not be gentle.
"Why?" He says, then lets go, still not looking at her.
He grabs his sunglasses, and holds them tightly, not wanting her to take them away from him.
"Why should I? Why should I leave? What would I return to? The noise...The smells!? Why should I? Why!? Why do you want me to return to a place that I hate, and they hate me!?"
Smith yells, and then is silent. He doesn't move, and holds his sunglasses tightly, as if they would protect him.
The Oracle looked away.
"You future does not lie here. This dead place...This place filled with blood and death." The Oracle whispers.
Smith starts shaking his head.
"Then where does it belong!? Where else but the place I have died repeatedly!? Where else would my future be if I have died so many times before!?" Smith yells, curling into a ball, fear of an answer.
"Your future lies somewhere great." She says.
That's enough. Smith turns to her, and sits up. He looks at her, a sad look, a look asking for no more lies. He doesn't want to be lied to like this. He has lied to himself already. Lied about making it, lied about living happily. He can't take anymore lies. No more lies of a future that might be better.
"No more lies." He hisses at the Oracle.
"How do you know I'm lying?" The Oracle tilts her head.
"This. This life. My life has come to this because of my choices." Smith sounds like he is an Agent.
He wants to be left alone. No more lies. No more lies. His copies were never coming. The smells and noises would never go away. He would never have the power he once had. Mr. Anderson was not going to spare him. He wants to stop lying to himself. Hoping for something better, when it will never come.
Alone, no one will ever be able to lie to him.
"You have more choices ahead of you." The Oracle says calmly.
"No! I was once you! I knew what you know! I had the eyes of the Oracle! I could foretell the future, and I knew the rules of foretelling. You have already made the choice! You're only here to know why you made it." Smith yells, and the Oracle nods. "How can I change my future, when it is already made for me!?" He yells.
His future made. His destiny chosen. Choices have been made already.
"There are many choices you must make, Smith." The Oracle says.
"But they are already made for me!"
"Yes, but how do you know what you have chosen?"
Smith pauses for a moment and stares at her.
"What else would I choose, but to repeat the past?" He turns away.
Even now, as he plans to run again, run away from the Oracle, he dreams of power again. He dreams of a human screaming for mercy, and he gives none. He dreams to fire a gun again. He dreams, and lies to himself.
What else would he choose, but to try again, to try and rule the world again, and fail?
"It is true, Smith." The Oracle admits.
Smith turns back to her, and sees the Oracle try to get closer to him. She leans closer, trying to put her hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him. But he turns away, and holds his sunglasses.
"When I try to see your future, I can't. I see darkness, I see pain... I see so many possibilities, so many choices. Your future is clouded. I can't see it." The Oracle says.
Smith turns his back to her. Trying to make her stop lying to him. He doesn't want to hear it.
"I only see what could be. Do you know what I see?" She asks.
He does not answer.
"Yes, I see pain, I see many deaths. But I also see you smile. You can do great things, Smith. I see you laugh. I see you happy." The Oracle finishes.
Lies. He looks at her, trying to see the lies in her eyes. But he sees nothing in the eyes that can see the future.
"Your future is a vague one. A confusing one. In a way, you future is up to you." She adds.
He looks at her.
"Future. Life can always change." The Oracle says.
Then she puts her hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him. He only stares at her, wondering if he could trust her. Wondering if his broken life could really be fixed.
"I can't do this..." He whispers.
He can't take this pain. The thoughts of lies, and the pain behind them. He can't take this anymore. All the smells and noises. Fear of what will come for him. Mr. Anderson was still coming.
"Change is never easy." The Oracle says.
"What can I do to make any of this better?" He looks at her.
She takes a moment to reply, just staring at him.
"You could help maintain peace between man and machine. Liberate programs from the Merovingian. Free the Agents..." She paused. "...Find The One."
His life could be better.
No more running.
No more fighting.
No more pain.
"Let go of the past. Choose your future." She said.
Could he really forget his past? A past so full of pain, and hatred? The life he spent so long building, destroyed in one night. The mighty Agent, mighty Virus was only remembered in him. Could he turn his back on that life? The life he held so much power.
Something to remind him he was strong once. Something to remind him of hatred.
Even now, he dreams of shooting Seraph. Even now he thinks of killing, and death. How could he choose something great, with thoughts like this? How could he choose a better life, if he already hurts someone?
Push all that away?
He stared at the Oracle with his blue eyes. And he dropped his sunglasses.
He wanted to forget, but could he?
"Thank you."
Six Months Later...
"Keep going! Keep going!" Morpheus yelled. "Get Akio out of here!"
They ran down hallways, endless, endless hallways. A maze of them, with a phone ringing in the distance.
He pushed the new recruit, Shade, and Akio threw the door, and slammed it behind him. He pulled out a gun, and held it straight down the hallway.
Agents, all three of them. He didn't understand, if they wanted peace, why did the Agents still come after them? What were they doing that was so wrong?
Then a door opens in the hallway, and Morpheus aims. Then Former Virus, Former Agent Smith looks down the hallway. And Morpheus drops his gun. Smith looks at him, suit and sunglasses. Everything, as if Neo didn't even touch him those months ago.
"No..." Morpheus begins.
And Smith closes the door behind him. He starts slowly walking towards Morpheus. His strides are strong. He comes closer to Morpheus who begins to slowly back away. Smith lowers his head.
Morpheus began to see his reflection in Smith's dark sunglasses.
He showed no emotion, no pain. Just like Morpheus remembered him. As if Neo didn't even hurt him. As if there was no fight between the two. Smith black suit and all, was coming for Morpheus.
And Morpheus knew, he will kill him.
"No! No! No! No! You're dead! You're dead! You're dead!" Morpheus yells, as he slides down the floor.
Smith leaned down, closer to Morpheus, a cold harsh look on his face. He would show no mercy in killing him.
Then the Agents come running down the hallway, and they stop at the sight of Smith. Smith looked over at them.
"You!" Johnson yelled.
Smith smiled.
Then they came running for Smith, forgetting about the Rebels. Their main objective to destroy the threat that was Smith.
And when Johnson began to his punch, Smith grabbed his fist.
There was a moment of silence, as the Agents analyzed Smith's speed. And Smith looked over at Morpheus, still on the floor.
"Run, Morpheus!" Smith commanded.
The Smith punched Johnson into the wall, and kicked Jackson. Smith had regained his strength. And Morpheus got up, staring at Smith, and taking of his sunglasses.
"Run!" Smith yelled.
Morpheus stared at him. Smith was alive, and Smith was saving him.
Then Smith punched Thompson, and grabbed Morpheus by the arm. He kicked a door open, pushed him through.
"Go to your Exit." Smith commanded him.
And all Morpheus could do was nod.
Smith was dead. Smith was dead. Neo gave his life for this peace they were able to have because Smith was dead. Smith was dead. Smith was Smith. Smith was nothing but a mad program with too much power. Smith was the program who thought he could smell mankind.
Smith was on his own side. Smith was hatred. That's all Smith was.
But this...What was he doing? Morpheus didn't understand this. This whole thing. This entire thing was wrong. He kept running though, and looked back to see Smith running with him.
When did this happen?
When did this all happen? When did Smith rise from the dead? When did Smith fight for them?
Then Smith pulled out his Desert Eagle, and started firing towards the three Agents that came running after them.
Smith, the name people of any kind have come to fear. Smith in his pitch black suit and sunglasses. Sunglasses that blocked the piercing eyes. Smith that loved to kill. Loved to see another human fall to his hands. Smith that rejected anything close to an emotion.
Not like this...
Smith didn't help, he didn't trust or anything close to that. But here Morpheus was. With the program that tried to once break his mind, now saving his life. A life he would have done anything to end, now rescued.
Then a phone is heard.
"Keep going." Smith tells Morpheus.
Then Morpheus looks back, as Smith stands his ground at the coming Agents. Then punched Johnson in the stomach, then kicks Thompson on the left, and punches Jackson on the right. Then Morpheus' jaw drops.
"Go!" Smith yells.
Then Morpheus opens the ending door, and there is the ringing phones.
And he looks back to see Smith, fighting the Agents as easily as Neo once did. Morpheus knew he should be afraid. He knew he should fear the coming months. The possible return of Smith's copies.
But as he stared at Smith, sacrificing for him, saving him. And he isn't.
Then Smith, looks back, looking almost worried for Morpheus.
"Thank you." Is all Morpheus can say.
Smith smiles at him, and nods.
Then Morpheus picked up the phone, and took one more look at Smith. Then returned to the Real World.
Then Smith smiled, and grabbed Johnson by the color.
"Hello there, Johnson." Smith said, humbly.
"You, Virus!" Johnson yells.
Smith looks down for a moment.
"No. Not anymore, Johnson."
Then he looks at Johnson again. And holds up his hand, as if he were going to copy him again. Smith lunges his hand into Johnson. And Johnson prepares for the familiar feeling of being copied into this Virus, into a Smith.
But Smith's hand doesn't go anywhere, just a simple lunge into Johnson's stomach. And Johnson looks at Smith, and Smith gives him a weak smile.
No, this is what Smith has chosen. He wasn't that person anymore.
"Welcome back, Smith." The Oracle welcomes him.
"Hello." He smiles at her.
Smith steps into his home, Sati running towards him. This is his home now. His and the Oracle's. He has his own room now even. It isn't much, whatever the Oracle could spare, and that is enough for him.
Every morning he wakes up in his own bed, and watches the sun rise to another day, and waits for Sati to wish him a good morning.
"Smith, we have to go shopping." The Oracle said, grabbing her keys.
"Oh, okay." Smith says.
"Do you want anything?"
"Get me some ice-cream!" He calls to her, as she walks out the door with Sati.
He smiles, and closes the door. He eats ice cream now. It took a while, but the Oracle gave him some ice cream and he loves it.
It's been six months. A lot has happened. He's trying to slowly become part of the world again. Trying to make contact with the Rebels. Trying to show he isn't a threat anymore. Of course, this will take time. Time he's willing to give.
He's given up on that life he always wanted to. That life full of death. A life he wanted to let go of. It's gone now, only memories remain. Memories that are fading. This is his life. His past stays in the past. His future lies in the future. He doesn't know if the Oracle can see his yet, maybe he rather not know.
The Oracle saved him because he was going to do something great for the world.
Maybe it is best he doesn't know.
So much pain has been lifted from him. It was hard letting go. It was hard for everything. But he does not fear his past or future anymore. He does not fear Mr. Anderson. Or Neo anymore.
The smells and noises are still there, but now he doesn't seem to notice or mind.
Then he sees Seraph sitting on the couch drinking some tea, and he is cautious to sit across from him. He looks at Seraph, wanting him to say something, wanting him to look at him. Seraph has been the only thing not to change over these months.
Then Seraph takes a sip of his tea.
"She tells me of what you have been doing." Seraph says.
"Yes..." Smith replies.
"You wish to redeem yourself." It was more of a statement than a question.
"Yes I do." Smith agrees.
Then Seraph is silent.
It hurt so much, Smith thinks. His life it hurt so much, and he hurt others. Now the pain is going away. Only scars remain. And he moves his hand to reveal scars from when he dropped the bowl.
"Would you like some tea?" Seraph asks.
Smith smiles.
"Yes."
Seraph pours him some tea, and in his own way is forgiving Smith. The Angel has forgiven the demon, and allowed him to fly again.
"Thank you." Smith says. "Thank you so much."
He let go of that life. He let go of the memories. He let go of the hatred.
He let go of Agent Smith, now it was just him. Smith.
He was able to see the paths ahead of him, to make the choices he needed.
And as he sleeps in his bed, his tie and jacket on the chair. His sunglasses on his dresser. He dreams of the life he could have lived all this time. If only he realized there were more choices there. There were so many more possibilities. So many more ways he could have done this.
At least he knows this now.
No more running. No more pain. No more bleeding. No more dying.
He didn't die on the inside anymore. He didn't kill himself with memories and regrets. Reliving memories of deaths. No more Mr. Anderson. Mr. Anderson was Neo. That is who he was. No more hatred.
He wasn't broken anymore.
He has had his ending. Now he may begin again.
"Good morning." Sati says.
And he wakes up into another day, staring at a beautiful little girl.
"Good morning." Smith smiles. "Thank you."