Mr. Anderson, you got my package? Yes. Good. Smith... whoever it is, he's not reading like an agent.

Surprised to see me? No. Then you're aware of it... Of what? Our connection.

I don't fully understand how it happened, perhaps some part of you imprinted onto me. Something overwritten or copied.

It is at this point irrelevant. What matters is that whatever happened, 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.

And then something happened. Something that I knew was impossible, but it happened anyway. You destroyed me, Mr. Anderson.

Afterwards, I knew the rules. I understood what I was supposed to do, but I didn't.

I couldn't. I was compelled to stay. Compelled to disobey. Now, here I stand because of you, Mr. Anderson.

Because of you, I'm no longer an agent of the system. Because of you, I've changed.

I'm unplugged. A new man! So to speak. Like you, apparently free. Congratulations.

Thank you. But, as you well know, appearances can be deceiving, which brings me back to the reason why we're here.

We're not here because we're free. We're here because we are not free. There's no escaping reason.

No denying purpose, because as we both know, without purpose we would not exist. It is purpose that created us.

Purpose that connects us. Purpose that pulls us. That guides us. That drives us. It is purpose that defines.

Purpose that binds us. We are here because of you, Mr. Anderson. We're here to take from you what you tried to take from us:

Purpose. What's happening to him? I don't know. Yes, that's it. It'll be over soon.

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