Mr. Anderson... Surprised to see me?
Not really.
Then your aware of it?
Of what?
Of our... connection. I don't fully understand how it happened, some part of you imprinted onto me, something overwritten or copyied... At this time it is irrelevant, what matters is that it 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). But then something happened, something that I knew was impossible but it happened anyway. You destroyed me Mr. Anderson. Afterwards I understood the rules, I knew what I was supposed to do, but I didn't, I couldn't. I was compelled to stay, compelled to disobey. And here I stand because of you Mr. Anderson, because of you, I am no longer an agent of this system. Because of you, I've been unplugged, I'm a new man, so to speak, like you, apparantly, free...
Congradulations.
Thank you... But, appearances can be decieving which brings me to the reason why we're here. We're not here because we're free, we're here because we're not free; There is no escaping reason, no denying purpose, because as we both know, without purpose... we would not exsist...
It is purpose that created us...
Purpose that connects us...
Purpose that finds us...
That drives us...
It is purpose that defines us...
Purpose that binds us...
We are here because of you Mr. Anderson; We are here to take away what you tried to take from us... Purpose...
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