AGENT SMITH

Have you ever stood and stared at it, Morpheus? Marveled at its beauty. Its genius. Billions of people just living out their lives... oblivious.

(Agent Brown sucks a serum from a glass vial, filling a hypodermic needle.)

Did you know that the first Matrix was designed to be a perfect human world? Where none suffered, where everyone would be happy. It was a disaster. No one would accept the program. Entire crops were lost.

(Agent Brown jams the needle into Morpheus' shoulder, and plunges down.)

Some believed we lacked the programming language to describe your perfect world. But I believe that, as a species, human beings define their reality through suffering and misery.

(Agent Brown studies the screens as the life signs react violently to the injection.)

The perfect world was a dream that your primitive cerebrum kept trying to wake up from. Which is why the Matrix was re-designed to this: the peak of your civilization.

(He turns from the window.)

I say 'your civilization' because as soon as we start thinking for you, it really becomes our civilization, which is, of course, what this is all about.

(He sits down directly in front of Morpheus.)

Evolution, Morpheus. Evolution.

(He lifts Morpheus' head.)

Like the dinosaur. Look out that window. You had your time.

(Morpheus stares hard at him, trying hard not to show the pain racking his mind.)

The future is our world, Morpheus. The future is our time.

[...]

(Agent Smith sits casually across from Morpheus who is hunched over, his body leaking and twitching.)

I'd like to share a revelation that I've had during my time here. It came to me when I tried to classify your species. I've realized that you are not actually mammals.

(The life signs continue their chaotic patterns.)

Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural equilibrium with the surrounding environment. But you humans do not. You move to an area and you multiply and multiply until every natural resource is consumed and the only way you can survive is to spread to another area.

(He leans forward.)

There is another organism on this planet that follows the same pattern. Do you know what it is? A virus.

(He smiles.)

Human beings are a disease, a cancer of this planet. You are a plague. And we are... the cure.

[...]

(Agent Smith leans close to Morpheus, whispering to him.)

Can you hear me, Morpheus? I'm going to be honest with you.

(He removes his earphone, letting it dangle over his shoulder.)

I hate this place. This zoo. This prison. This reality, whatever you want to call it, I can't stand it any longer. It's the smell, if there is such a thing. I feel saturated by it. I can taste your stink and every time I do, I fear that I've somehow been infected by it.

(He wipes sweat from Morpheus' forehead, coating the tips of his fingers, holding them to Morpheus' nose.)

Repulsive, isn't it?

(He lifts Morpheus' head, holding it tightly with both hands.)

I must get out of here, I must get free. In this mind is the key. My key.

(Morpheus sneers through his pain.)

Once Zion is gone, there's no need for me to be here. Do you understand? I need the codes. I have to get inside Zion. You have to tell me how...

(He begins squeezing, his fingers gouging into his flesh.)

...or you're going to die!

[...]

[At the end, of course, the good win and Neo kills agent Smith. Thus we will never know where he would have gone after gaining his freedom.]

The Matrix. Screenplay by Larry and Andy Wachowski

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