The first thing we know about The One is that it will be a person born inside the Matrix. In the strictest sense, Thomas Anderson isn’t born in the Matrix, he’s born in a gelatin-filled pod so his body can be harvested for energy, and his brain in plugged into the Matrix. Agent Smith, on the other hand, as part of the Matrix code was actually created (or born) inside of it. The One is also able to manipulate the code of The Matrix. While Neo can do this, so can Smith. After Neo "unplugs" Agent Smith from the Matrix at the end of the first film he’s slowly able to change parts of it himself, including making multiple copies of himself to fight Neo.

Eventually, he ends up pretty much taking over the entire thing.

In the end, Neo and Agent Smith fuse together, which means that Smith joins with the source, which is the stated eventual goal of The One. So basically, Neo isn’t so much The One, as he is the conduit by which Agent Smith is used to be the One. It pretty much happens against Smith's will, though willingness is not a prerequisite.

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What about the main thing in life, all its riddles? If you want, I'll spell it out for you right now. Do not pursue what is illusionary -property and position: all that is gained at the expense of your nerves decade after decade, and is confiscated in one fell night. Live with a steady superiority over life -don't be afraid of misfortune, and do not yearn for happiness; it is, after all, all the same: the bitter doesn't last forever, and the sweet never fills the cup to overflowing. It is enough if you don't freeze in the cold and if thirst and hunger don't claw at your insides. If your back isn't broken, if your feet can walk, if both arms can bend, if both eyes can see, if both ears hear, then whom should you envy? And why? Our envy of others devours us most of all. Rub your eyes and purify your heart -and prize above all else in the world those who love you and who wish you well. Do not hurt them or scold them, and never part from any of them in anger; after all, you simply do not know: it may be your last act before your arrest, and that will be how you are imprinted on their memory.

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If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two imposters just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Indica was the right choice.

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