The concussive blast craters the street, buckling buildings,
as a wave of unequaled destruction rushes out over the urban
chasm.
The explosion thunders away until there is only the hissing
rain, as the Smiths gather along the crater's edge.
Inside the bowl of earth is the exposed viscera of the
metropolis; broken pipes, sparking cables and rent sewers.
The rain on his face slowly brings Neo's consciousness back.
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Smith stands over him as he tries to get up.
SMITH
Why, Mr. Anderson?
It is an effort to even pull his arm from the wet sucking
mud.
SMITH (CONT'D)
Why do you do it? Why get up? Why keep fighting?
Neo rolls over, pushing himself to his hands and knees.
SMITH (CONT'D)
Do you believe you're fighting for something? For more than your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know?
Neo glares at him with animal-like eyes.
SMITH (CONT'D)
Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace?
, Yes? No? Could it be for love?
• He laughs.
SMITH (CONT'D)
Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. The temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose.
Neo's hands clench into fists.
SMITH (CONT'D)
And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself, although only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love.
Rain streaks the mud down Neo's face like black tears.
SMITH (CONT'D)
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.
Neo summons his strength and once more, he stands.
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SMITH (CONT'D)
Why, Mr. Anderson? Why? Why do you persist?!
NEO
Because I choose to.
Smith howls in frustration, hurling at him, but Neo absorbs
the attack, catching Smith momentarily off-balance---
Firing back a furious attack that has Smith reeling, unable
to defend himself as Neo loads up a bomb. It is not a punch;
it is a cannonball--
Shot into Bullet Time; his fist shattering through the glass-
like rods of rain as it hurls at Smith--
Connecting flush, distorting his features as the flesh of his
face is knocked loose and his eyes go blank.
He staggers, stunned, out on his feet as Neo hauls back and
gathers the Tai-chi ball, summoning every last bit of his
energy, his life-force, then--
Slams it into Smith, catapulting him into the wall of the
crater--
Burying him from sight.
Neo sways in the rain with barely enough strength to stand as
the army of Smiths look down from the crater edge.
A low ominous rumble begins to shake the earth. Neo drops his
head unable to watch as the rumble rises until--
The wall of the crater explodes like an exit wound, earth and
asphalt shot-gunning -f-rryrn-- ~--- ~~-......hi~ r,-r:::itro·:;1- - ~ ~ ~
He hangs in the air, his mud-covered face distorted with
rage.
SMITH
This is my world! My world!
He dives into Neo who has nothing left and batters him, each
bludgeoning blow striking in time with searing bolts of
lightning.
He seizes Neo by the throat, hoisting him up like a rag doll
and fires a super-punch that sends Neo flying--
Bouncing down to the earth like a crashing airplane,
trenching to a stop.
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Smith is about to press his frenzied assault, but he freezes,
the image of Neo laying splayed, suddenly familiar.
SMITH (CONT'D)
Wait ... I've seen this ... This is it! This is the end!
He looks at Neo and in a flash of lightning we see the
immediate future as Smith stabs his entire fist into Neo's
chest.
Smith blinks away the raindrops blurring his vision.
SMITH (CONT'D)
Yes, you were laying right there, just like that ... And I ...
Another flash and we see the black mirror begin to cover
Neo's body.
Smith walks over to Neo who is desperately clinging to his
consciopsness as if hanging from the edge of a precipice.
SMITH (CONT'D)
I stand here, right here and I'm supposed to say something ... I say ...
Again the future flashes in his eyes and he sees Neo's hands
buried beneath the gleaming blackness.
SMITH (CONT'D)
Everything that has a beginning, has an end.
The familiar words suddenly clear Neo's mind. He looks up as
Smith looks down.
SMITH (CONT'D)
Don't be afraid, Neo.
Neo almost can't believe what he just heard as--
Another flash reveals the liquid obsidian covering Neo's
face, but his face is calm, even serene.
SMITH (CONT'D)
What? What did I just say?
In his confusion, he looks to Neo who now understands.
SMITH (CONT'D)
No, no. This isn't right. This can't be right!
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One final time, Neo rises to his feet.
SMITH (CONT'D)
Get away from me!
NEO
What are you afraid of?
SMITH
It's a trick!
NEO
No, it's what you want. It's why you're here.
SMITH
No!
NEO
You were right, Smith. You were always right.
Rain pours down Smith's tortured face.
NEO (CONT'D)
It was inevitable.
Smith's eyes fire, a scream rises up from him and in a
crackling, blinding flash of lightning--
He stabs his fist into Neo, who stands with his arms open,
accepting the blow.
Exactly as in the flashing visions, Neo is covered by the
darkness. Rising up over his face, Neo closes his eyes and is
lost beneath the liquid shroud.
The whole sky continues to weep as Smith enters him,
possessing him, as the darkness snaps into a perfect pair of
sunglasses.
The mud covered Smith backs away from the new Smith as if not
trusting him.
SMITH
Is it over?
The new Smith nods his head once and the old Smith smiles.
And as a giddiness spreads through him, he starts to laugh.
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