- Why, Mr Anderson?Why do you do it?
- Why keep fighting?
- Do you believe you're fighting for something?
- For more than your survival?
- Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know?
- It is freedom or truth?
- Perhaps peace? Could it be for love?
- Illusions, Mr.Anderson, vagaries of perception. Temporary construction of a 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, although only human mind could invent something as insipid as love.
- You must be able to see it, Mr.Anderson. You must know it by now. You can't win, it is pointless to keep fighting.
- Why, Mr.Anderson, why? Why do you persist?
So being the one is no one, the one without any kind of perception will know the answer. I have told you already, we are only someone who are as ignorant as Mr.Smith, the one who asking for an answer without even understand the question.
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