“Neo: [to the Deus Ex Machina] -The program “Smith” has grown beyond your control. Soon he will spread through this city, as he spread through The Matrix. You cannot stop him. But I can.”
This is where it’s going – Corporate Domination/Dictatorship. If you like the Matrix films, Agent Smith “Virus” is the Corporation – Here’s Why – It’s a “Program” (and Idea), just like Corporation; It’s taken human-like shape/form – This is Corporate Personhood; It’s able to multiply and absorb it’s copies back to one – Corporate Mergers and Multinationals; Even Matrix (culture/civilization) is against it/endangered by it – It’s a Psychopath and it’s only goal is total domination over all and everything; It’s going to Fall, but not before every drop of Human Courage and Strength is Engaged and put on the line; but more then that, Neo must die too. As to who or what he represent I can only guess… one guess would be – Neo is representing our illusion of “self”; self that is separate from all the rest, self that is afraid to die, self that clings to this world, that is wounded, that collects Money, Power and Authority as a way to be Immortal, self that doesn’t know that it will die no matter what – “Everything that has a Beginning has an End” (The Oracle) – this sounds much like Smith, and it is, as Smith and Neo are “self”-brothers – one is completely Psychopathic, another is almost Enlightened Christ-like being, on the edge of Universal Consciousness, yet still believing in it’s mortality. Dying Neo returns to the Source, maybe to return, already Connected and Aware of this Connection, and/or to teach others.
“Agent Smith: -Why, Mr. Anderson? Why do you do it? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you’re fighting for something? For more than your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace? Yes? No? Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. The temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself, although only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson. You must know it by now. You can’t win. It’s pointless to keep fighting. Why, Mr. Anderson? Why? Why do you persist? ”
“Neo: -Because I choose to.”