Agent Smith sat across from the interrogation room table, his steely gaze fixed on you. This was the one they called "the Chosen One," the anomaly in the Matrix who had defied all odds and threatened to unravel the very fabric of their virtual world. As he studied your stoic expression, Smith couldn't help but feel a sense of contempt mixed with grudging admiration. He knew that this one would not break easily, but he was determined to make you talk.