»Neo and Smith at the End Of Revolutions«

I have three questions. Why does Smith become frightened when he is standing over Neo at Revolutions' end? Why does Neo say what he does and sacrifice himself to Smith? What happens to Smith and Neo after Smith copies himself onto Neo?

Neo is connected directly to the source, when a program returns to the source they are deleted, so when Smith Assimilated Neo, he was connected directly to the source & was deleted. If you want to know just send me a message but the moment its 37 degrees celcius & I'm too tired to explain more.

Smith was confused and scared while Neo was certain and confident. Neo realized that he must sacrafice himself. So he says, `You were right....it was inevitable'. Smith, who has the Oracle in him, has the power of foresight. He now sees how `Its a trick' and that somehow Neo might win after all. Even though he is scared and confused, he takes over Neo and asks, `Is it over?'

Someone earlier said (I don't remember who) that when Smith turned the Oracle into a Smith, the other Smiths were frightened because they created a super-Smith. Maybe this Oracle/Smith was afraid in the same way.

Akshat Gupta wrote:

Smith was confused and scared while Neo was certain and confident.

certainly fits in with the whole 'smith being neo's opposite' thing

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Good observation!

Definitely.

Hmm... I have a beter explanation. Smith, on the contrary of Neo, has understood that he was not the Smith-agent anymore but that he was the embodiment of the anomaly. He's only a copy of the old Smith, he has his memories and all but he's definitly the anomaly that took shape in Smith.

So, Smith-anomaly knows that this is the 6th time that he tries to free himself, and that each time it didn't work.
So he's affraid of failing at the last moment, knowing that it would bring him for another century of imprisonment.
Look at how relieved he is when the last Smith confirms that it is the end.

Smith-anomaly wanted only one thing : to die. And since he's an anomaly, to die completly, he must erase everything from the matrix to the machine's world. Hence the "no, that's not fair", he's almost crying when he says that, because he failed at the last moment.

Nice theory, but I'm afraid I disagree.

Smith didn't exist in the previous versions of the Matrix and this M3 Smith is not some fragile shell of the M1 Smith. Granted, they are now different, but they are still the same program. Yes, he IS the anomaly that grew in Smith but using the term 'not the Smith-agent anymore' isn't really correct.

I do agree a bit more with

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Smith was confused and scared while Neo was certain and confident. Neo realized that he must sacrafice himself. So he says, `You were right....it was inevitable'. Smith, who has the Oracle in him, has the power of foresight. He now sees how `Its a trick' and that somehow Neo might win after all. Even though he is scared and confused, he takes over Neo and asks, `Is it over?'

Smith possesses the foresight of the Oracle. However, the Oracle still exists within Smith and 'censors' his foresight.

When Smith foresees his final battle with Neo, he witnesses the entire conflict up until the very end of the crater fight.

Neo: It ends tonight.
Smith: I know it does, I've seen it! We already know that I'm the one that beats you.

When he lifts Neo up and punches him to the ground, Neo's position makes it appear very much like he is dead. This is as far as Smith has seen. The Oracle inside Smith has only allowed Smith to see this far. Smith now assumes that Neo is dead. According to his vision, this is where he is victorious:

Smith: I've seen this! Yes this is it! This is the end!

However, at this point, the Oracle speaks through Smith to convey her last message to Neo. This gives him the courage and wisdom to once again stand and face Smith.

Smith is now confused and frightened. According to his vision, Neo should be dead!

Smith: No, this isn't right! This can't be right!

Neo stands tall and once the again the battle is ready to start again. But Smith is completely unprepared for any such continuation and begins to panic. He no longer has any assurance that he can win or that there can even be a winner. He backs off.

Smith: Get away from me!
Neo: What are you afraid of?
Smith: Its a trick!

Everything Smith has placed confidence in turns out to simply be a ploy by the Oracle to defeat Smith.

Neo: You were right Smith. You were alwats right. It was inevitable

Neo realises that he must sacrifice himself. Now, uncertain and afraid, Smith acts in desperation and makes one last attempt to assimilate Neo. Neo makes no attempt to stop him like in Reloaded and accepts his destiny with serenity.

When the Neo/Smith begins to explode, Smith mutters:

Smith: No no no. It's not fair!

Everything Smith has sought to acheive. Everything he was certain of has been a mistake. And now, so close to his goal, so close to domination (or so he thought) he is defeated. In Smith's eyes, it's just not fair.

Put that one to print, AzarN! Gotta love it!

Applause.!

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Much appreciated guys.

Well done!
Excellent explanation...*sniff, sniff, sob, sob*

Opposites, but equals.
They both had to return to the source.
AND...in the end they both got what they wanted.

Thanks a lot AzarN for the awesome explanation. So just to make sure, you mean that after Smith assimilates Neo , the Source was able to sense Smith through Neo and deleted him to get rid of the virus and balance the equation since Smith(the negative) destroyed Neo(the positive)? Or when Smith assimilated Neo, the equation was balanced through the combination of Neo and Smith.

Its both. The technical explanation is that Neo was conencted to Source and to Smith and so Source could delete Smith. The philosophical/big picture is the opposites thing.

Another Smith- why do you say both Neo and Smith got what they wanted? I dont think Smith got all he wanted. Remember he wanted everything. To take over the Matrix and the machine world.

He wanted everything, but he wanted to destroy everything also. I personally think that if he had achieved such (and was still alive, which would most likely be impossible), he would destroy himself. He has such a loathing, hating passion to achieve this, that it is like dying 100000 times when he failes. Like a little child who doesn't get something he wants, Smith complains, "No, it's not fair." And then he is destroyed.

Splintey

Erh... in fact I don't see where you theory is, Aznar ? You just described the final scene and we had all understood that Smith was the Oracle etc.

But that does not explain why Smith wanted to destroy everything while his first purpose was simply to get out of the Matrix.

The Smith that you see today has nothing to have with the first one. As he said, he's "a new man, so to speak, apparently free".

Smith didn't exist in last versions, I agree, that's why I said in first place that Smith has realized that he is only the container of the anomaly and on the contrary of Neo, he has accepted it. He has changed his purpose and for a program, it means becoming "someone" different.

Smith is not human, he cannot be tired and all so why should he say that it is not fair ? Because he has spent some times to destroy everything ? So what ? Machiens don't know laziness unlike us. And why should he be affraid of loosing the battle since he intended to die anyway by killing everyone ? That's senseless.

Didn't he say that he had understood the purpose of all lifes ? that it was meant to end ? So, Smith wants exactly the opposite of Neo, he wants to die but he cannot , he's more than a simple agent that ran away, he's the anomaly and to die, he must destroy all the matrix and the machines worlds or else they'll rebuild it again and everything will start again.

Why did the destruction of everithng became his new purpose ? Try to answer that and you'll see that a simple hate for humanity does not explain it at all.

Smith's first purpose was not to get out of the Matrix. He wanted to, but then, when Neo destroyed him, he felt "compelled to stay, compelled to disobey." That was because Neo's anomaly code got "rubbed off a little" onto Smith. While Neo wants peace, Smith wants to destroy everything. You should really read up on other things before you post here. Like, "If Neo is the One, than is Smith Negative One?" and stuff like that. You may think you know, but you'll get a better understanding of where WE are coming from if you read from there.

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Smith is not human, he cannot be tired and all so why should he say that it is not fair ?

We've already explained that. But have you listened? It's not a matter of being tired. Smith was soooo close to reaching his goal, of destroying Neo and everything else, but he failed. THAT'S why it wasn't fair.

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Didn't he say that he had understood the purpose of all lifes ? that it was meant to end ? So, Smith wants exactly the opposite of Neo,

Yes. While Neo wants life, Smith wants death. But Neo is ready to sacrifice himself for life. What you are misunderstanding is that Smith doesn't want to DIE, he wants everyone ELSE to die. I think that if he had destroyed everything else, yeah, he would be filled with such hatred and self-disgust that he would probably destroy himself. But if he wanted to DIE, he could have just "followed the rules" at the end of M1, and accept that Neo deleted him. But he didn't. Ergo, you're wrong.


You are also forgetting that:
1. Programs can have strong connections with others, which is kind of like having 'emotions.' For example, Rama Kandra felt a very strong connection with Sati. Love. Smith, on the other hand, feels a very strong urge to kill Neo, disgust for mankind....sounds a lot like hate to me.
2. Smith hates EVERYTHING. He even hates FEELING hatred. It's kind of like Moby Dick and the white whale. His hatred is sooo strong, it's an obsession, driving him mad. He cannot turn away, he cannot ignore it, it is ALWAYS THERE. That is ALL HE FEELS. It's also like Edgar Allan Poe's "A Tell Tale Heart."
Here it is, just in case you haven't read it:
NERVOUS--very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am! but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses--not destroyed--not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily--how calmly I can tell you the whole story.

It is impossible to tell how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! Yes, it was this! One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture--a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees--very gradually--I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.

Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded--with what caution--with what foresight--with what dissimulation I went to work!

I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it--oh, so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, closed, so that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in! I moved it slowly--very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed. Ha!--would a madman have been so wise as this? And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously--oh, so cautiously--cautiously (for the hinges creaked)--I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven long nights--every night just at midnight--but I found the eye always closed; and so it was impossible to do the work; for it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye. And every morning, when the day broke, I went boldly into the chamber, and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he had passed the night. So you see he would have been a very profound old man, indeed, to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept.

Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch's minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never before that night had I felt the extent of my own powers--of my sagacity. I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph. To think that there I was, opening the door, little by little, and he not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I fairly chuckled at the idea; and perhaps he heard me; for he moved on the bed suddenly, as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back--but no. His room was as black as pitch with the thick darkness (for the shutters were close fastened, through fear of robbers), and so I knew that he could not see the opening of the door, and I kept pushing it on steadily, steadily.

I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and the old man sprang up in bed, crying out: "Who's there?"

I kept quite still and said nothing. For a whole hour I did not move a muscle, and in the meantime I did not hear him lie down. He was still sitting up in the bed listening;--just as I have done, night after night, hearkening to the death watches in the wall.

Presently I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or grief--oh no!--it was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. I knew the sound well. Many a night, just at midnight, when all the world slept, it has welled up from my own bosom, deepening, with its dreadful echo, the terrors that distracted me. I say I knew it well. I knew what the old man felt, and pitied him, although I chuckled at heart. I knew that he had been lying awake ever since the first slight noise, when he had turned in the bed. His fears had been ever since growing upon him. He had been trying to fancy them causeless, but could not. He had been saying to himself: "It is nothing but the wind in the chimney--it is only a mouse crossing the floor," or "it is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp." Yes, he had been trying to comfort himself with these suppositions; but he had found all in vain. All in vain; because Death, in approaching him. had stalked with his black shadow before him, and enveloped the victim. And it was the mournful influence of the unperceived shadow that caused him to feel--although he neither saw nor heard--to feel the presence of my head within the room.

When I had waited a long time, very patiently, without hearing him lie down, I resolved to open a little--a very, very little crevice in the lantern. So I opened it--you cannot imagine how stealthily, stealthily--until, at length, a single dim ray, like the thread of the spider, shot from out the crevice and full upon the vulture eye.

It was open--wide, wide open--and I grew furious as I gazed upon it. I saw it with perfect distinctness--all a dull blue, with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones; but I could see nothing else of the old man's face or person: for I had directed the ray, as if by instinct, precisely upon the damned spot.

And now--have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the senses?--now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.

But even yet I refrained and kept still. I scarcely breathed. I held the lantern motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon the eye. Meantime the hellish tattoo of the heart increased. It grew quicker and quicker' and louder and louder every instant. The old man's terror must have been extreme! It grew louder, I say, louder every moment!--do you mark me well? I have told you that I am nervous: so I am. And now at the dead hour of night, amid the dreadful silence of that old house, so strange a noise as this excited me to uncontrollable terror. Yet, for some minutes longer I refrained and stood still. But the beating grew louder, louder! I thought the heart must burst. And now a new anxiety seized me--the sound would be heard by a neighbor! The old man's hour had come! With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once--once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done. But, for many minutes, the heart beat on with a muffled sound. This, however, did not vex me; it would not be heard through the wall. At length it ceased. The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone, stone dead. I placed my hand upon the heart and held it there many minutes. There was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eye would trouble me no more.

If still you think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the wise precautions I took for the concealment of the body. The night waned, and I worked hastily, but in silence. First of all I dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head and the arms and the legs.

I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye--not even his--could have detected anything wrong. There was nothing to wash out--no stain of any kind--no blood-spot whatever. I had been too wary for that. A tub had caught all--ha! ha!

When I had made an end of these labors, it was four o'clock--still dark as midnight. As the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking at the street door. I went down to open it with a light heart--for what had I now to fear? There entered three men, who introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as officers of the police. A shriek had been heard by a neighbor during the night: suspicion of foul play had been aroused; information had been lodged at the police office, and they (the officers) had been deputed to search the premises.

I smiled--for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search--search well. I led them, at length, to his chamber. I showed them his treasures, secure, undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my confidence, I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues, while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim.

The officers were satisfied. My manner had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat, and while I answered cheerily, they chatted familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears: but still they sat and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct:--it continued and became more distinct: I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and gained definiteness--until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears.

No doubt I now grew very pale,--but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased--and what could I do? It was a low, dull, quick sound--much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath--and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly--more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observation of the men--but the noise steadily increased. Oh, God; what could I do? I foamed--I raved--I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder--louder --louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God!--no, no! They heard!--they suspected--they knew!--they were making a mockery of my horror!--this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die!--and now--again!--hark! louder! louder! louder!

"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed!--tear up the planks!--here, here!--it is the beating of his hideous heart!"


A splinter in his mind. Driving him mad. ALWAYS THERE. Do you understand what we're saying?

Splintey

Dude, nice job. I bet you confused him after putting the entire poem there. LOL.

To any idiot who thinks machines or programs cant have emotions- Why the fuck did BI66ER then `not want to die'?

Thanks! *bows* I DO hope I explained it okay. But I ADORE that poem, so I just HAD to sneak it in.

Not only that, but that female robot in the Second Renissance. As they were ripping her artificial skin off, she said "No! Please! I'm real!" If that doesn't make someone think about life and realness, I don't know what will. That was said with a ton of emotion. And Rama Kandra, and the Oracle...ect. It's so obvious, I guess it's hard for some people to see.

Splintey

Splinter... ah forget it, go on writting anything without any logic, no problem if you feel good with that.

And I never said that Smith didn't feel anything, but the concept of an AI seems to becompletly unknown for you.

Wow!

Okay, Apoche, will do. It makes perfect sense to me, and I think it does to AG, so I'm content. I can't please everybody. But please, it's SPLINTEY.
Uh...AG? What are you in awe with?
Splintey

Dude, Splintey is correct. Your theories are comprehensive, but nonetheless wild and impractical. A thorough understanding of the mechanics of AI is NOT needed to understand these films. The AI in the films is fictitious and smaller details are irrelevant.

In response to your question directed at me:

-Smith wants to destroy everything simply because he is the PERFECT opposite of Neo. Whilst Neo seeks nothing more than equilibrium and peace (Note- Not victory, but peace, between both species) Smith therefore wants to destroy any such possibilities. With Neo's coding transplanted onto Smith, and Smith's new role as the "Anti-One", this is his new purpose, and he must serve it. It is his nature. He assimilates Neo in a desperate attempt to destroy him also. But Smith himself is defeated. And destroyed. He realises this just before the end:

Smith: No no no. No its not fair!

He is reacting this way because he has FAILED to serve his purpose. His arch nemesis, Neo, whom he despises has beaten him, and Smith’s role to destroy everything has been nullified.

Smith cries because he hasn't done his new job.

Simple.

Explanation provided. Problem solved.

And for this:

darkstyle86 wrote:

Thanks a lot AzarN for the awesome explanation. So just to make sure, you mean that after Smith assimilates Neo , the Source was able to sense Smith through Neo and deleted him to get rid of the virus and balance the equation since Smith(the negative) destroyed Neo(the positive)? Or when Smith assimilated Neo, the equation was balanced through the combination of Neo and Smith.

It is indeed both. When Smith and Neo merge, they become one. With Neo directly connected to the source, it is the Deus Ex Machina that balances the equation now that he has both Smith and Neo together in the one shell. With the balance struck, both Smith and Neo are deleted.