Mr. Anderson
You get my package?
Yeah.
Good.
Smith...
Whoever it is, he's not reading like an agent.
Surprised to see me?
No.
Then you're aware of it...
Of what?
Our connection.
I don't fully understand how it happened,
perhaps some part of you imprinted on to me. Something overwritten or copied
It is at this point irrelevant.
What matters is that whatever happened, happened for a reason.
And what reason is that?
I killed you Mr. Anderson, I watched you die.
With a certain satisfaction I might add.
And then something happened. Something that I knew was impossible, but it happened anyway
You destroyed me, Mr. Anderson
Afterward, I knew the rules.
I understood what I was supposed to do, but I didn't.
I couldn't.
I was compelled to stay.
Compelled to disobey.
Now, here I stand because of you, Mr. Anderson
Because of you, I'm no longer an agent of the system.
Because of you, I've changed.
I'm unplugged. A new man!
So to speak. Like you, apparently free.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
But, as you well know
Appearances can be deceiving, which brings me back to the reason why we're here
We're not here because we're free. We're here because we are not free. there's no escaping reason
No,denying purpose, because as we both know without purpose
We would not exist.
It is purpose that created us.
Purpose that connects us.
Purpose that pulls us.
That guides us.
That drives us.
It is purpose that defines.
Purpose that binds us.
We are here because of you, Mr. Anderson
We're here to take from you what you tried to take from us:
Purpose.
What's happening to him?
I don't know.
Yes, that's it. It'll be over soon.
You.
Yes, me.
me... me... me...
Me too