The Matrix

 The Matrix

I... hate....  this place... this zoo...  this prison... this reality, whatever you want 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 have somehow been infected by it. It’s repulsive. Isn’t it?

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

Once Zion is destroyed, there is no need for me to be here. Do you understand?

I need the codes. I have to get inside Zion.

...and you have to tell me how. You’re going to tell me... ...or you’re going to die.

                                                                                                            

Agent Smith