You know who I am. You know what I did. You know, you know.

I know what I am. I know what I have done. I know, yes. I do.

I bring a feeling of fear to people. Why? Because I am not human. My name is said in a hushed whisper.

However, there was him, Mr. Anderson. The humans referred to him as "Neo," or "the One" – their messiah. I remember before then, he was just another one plugged into the Matrix, content, not a worry. But then he was contacted and I had to deal with him. I killed him. I helped put bullets into his body. And I watched as he fell to the ground, then I watched him rise again, as normal as ever. He went inside me, broke me apart. But I came back; no one could take me down. He left some of his code in me, changed me and made me an immortal, so to speak. I was pleased with that, but there was still the issue at hand. I had not killed Mr. Anderson.

We had many battles before, and they never really had a conclusion because neither side really fell. Well, until that night.

I still remember every detail. The coded rain pouring down, the dark, gray, dismal streets, lined with my replicas. I had made thousands of them. I was vain, I suppose. I was so full of myself for them. They looked, talked, acted like me – my puppets. But they weren't me. I believed I was the superior program, and maybe I was. Not even a replica could compete.

"Mr. Anderson," I said. "Welcome back. We missed you. You like what I've done with the place?"

He said, "It ends tonight."

I replied, "I know it does - I've seen it. That's why the rest of me is just going to enjoy the show - we already know that I'm the one that beats you."

And so it commenced. Kick, punch, throw, fly. We were evenly matched, my equal, I admit it. There were no advantages. It was a war of attrition, really.

We made a crater in the earth. He lay there in the mud, and I stood over him, hoping that he would finally be vanquished. I spoke.

"Wait... I've seen this. This is it, this is the end. Yes, you were laying right there, just like that, and I... I... I stand here, right here, I'm... I'm supposed to say something. I say... Everything that has a beginning has an end, Neo."

But like before, he got back up again. He had not lost the will to fight.

"What? What did I just say? No... No, this isn't right, this can't be right. Get away from me!" I yelled.

"What are you afraid of?"

"It's a trick!" I knew it had to be, that it could not be true. And then he said something I had been saying all along.

"You were right, Smith. You were always right. It was inevitable."

We joined together. His code and my code mixed. He became another copy of me. And in fear, I said, "Is it over?"

He nodded. He just nodded. He had a smile on his face that told me it would be all right.

And then he was destroyed. And with that, I went too. We had destroyed each other. A great legacy that would be told for later ages, and maybe it would repeat again, although events as such should never be repeated. I am only in spirit now, although I never really had a living soul.

I know what I am, I know what I have done. I know, I know, yes, I do.

You know who I am. You know what I did, you know, you know.

Mr. Anderson will never be forgotten, and neither will I.