The Architect - I am the Architect. I created the matrix. I've been waiting for
you. You have many questions, and although the process has altered your
consciousness, you remain irrevocably [NOTE: Hold mouse over word to get definition] human. Ergo, some of my answers you will
understand, and some of them you will not. Concordantly, while your first
question may be the most pertinent, you may or may not realize it is also
Neo - Why am I here?
The Architect - Your life is the sum of a remainder of an unbalanced equation
inherent to the programming of the matrix. You are the eventuality of an
anomaly, which despite my sincerest efforts I have been unable to eliminate from
what is otherwise a harmony of mathematical precision. While it remains a burden
to sedulously avoid it, it is not unexpected, and thus not beyond a measure of
control. Which has led you, inexorably, here.
Neo - You haven't answered my question.
The Architect - Quite right. Interesting. That was quicker than the others.
*The responses of the other Ones appear on the monitors: "Others? What others?
How many? Answer me!"* (Neo1980: I don't agree with whoever wrote this, I think that the monitors
are showing Neo's possible answers, possible hinting that there are alternatives
to his actions and hence the choice issue comes up. Also, the camera zooms in on
Neo's current response, showing the choice made.)
The Architect - The matrix is older than you know. I prefer counting from the
emergence of one integral anomaly to the emergence of the next, in which case
this is the sixth version.
*Again, the responses of the other Ones appear on the monitors: "Five versions?
Three? I've been lied too. This is bull****."*
Neo: There are only two possible explanations: either no one told me, or no one
The Architect - Precisely. As you are undoubtedly gathering, the anomaly's
systemic, creating fluctuations in even the most simplistic equations.
*Once again, the responses of the other Ones appear on the monitors: "You can't
control me! **** you! I'm going to kill you! You can't make me do anything!*
Neo - Choice. The problem is choice.
*The scene cuts to Trinity fighting an agent, and then back to the Architects
The Architect - The first matrix I designed was quite naturally perfect, it was
a work of art, flawless, sublime. A triumph equaled only by its monumental
failure. The inevitability of its doom is as apparent to me now as a consequence
of the imperfection inherent in every human being, thus I redesigned it based on
your history to more accurately reflect the varying grotesqueries of your
nature. However, I was again frustrated by failure. I have since come to
understand that the answer eluded me because it required a lesser mind, or
perhaps a mind less bound by the parameters of perfection. Thus, the answer was
stumbled upon by another, an intuitive program, initially created to investigate
certain aspects of the human psyche. If I am the father of the matrix, she would
undoubtedly be its mother.
Neo - The Oracle.
The Architect - Please. As I was saying, she stumbled upon a solution whereby
nearly 99.9% of all test subjects accepted the program, as long as they were
given a choice, even if they were only aware of the choice at a near unconscious
level. While this answer functioned, it was obviously fundamentally flawed, thus
creating the otherwise contradictory systemic anomaly, that if left unchecked
might threaten the system itself. Ergo, those that refused the program, while a
minority, if unchecked, would constitute an escalating probability of disaster.
Neo - This is about Zion.
The Architect - You are here because Zion is about to be destroyed. Its every
living inhabitant terminated, its entire existence eradicated.
Neo - Bull****.
*The responses of the other Ones appear on the monitors: "Bull****!"*
The Architect - Denial is the most predictable of all human responses. But, rest
assured, this will be the sixth time we have destroyed it, and we have become
exceedingly efficient at it.
*Scene cuts to Trinity fighting an agent, and then back to the Architects room.*
The Architect - The function of the One is now to return to the source, allowing
a temporary dissemination of the code you carry, reinserting the prime program.
After which you will be required to select from the matrix 23 individuals, 16
female, 7 male, to rebuild Zion. Failure to comply with this process will result
in a cataclysmic system crash killing everyone connected to the matrix, which
coupled with the extermination of Zion will ultimately result in the extinction
of the entire human race.
Neo - You won't let it happen, you can't. You need human beings to survive.
The Architect - There are levels of survival we are prepared to accept. However,
the relevant issue is whether or not you are ready to accept the responsibility
for the death of every human being in this world.
*The Architect presses a button on a pen that he is holding, and images of
people from all over the matrix appear on the monitors*
The Architect - It is interesting reading your reactions. Your five predecessors
were by design based on a similar predication, a contingentaffirmation that was
meant to create a profound attachment to the rest of your species, facilitating
the function of the one. While the others experienced this in a very general
way, your experience is far more specific. Vis-a-vis, love.
*Images of Trinity fighting the agent from Neo's dream appear on the monitors*
Neo - Trinity.
The Architect - Apropos, she entered the matrix to save your life at the cost of
Neo - No!
The Architect - Which brings us at last to the moment of truth, wherein the
fundamental flaw is ultimately expressed, and the anomaly revealed as both
beginning, and end. There are two doors. The door to your right leads to the
source, and the salvation of Zion. The door to the left leads back to the
matrix, to her, and to the end of your species. As you adequately put, the
problem is choice. But we already know what you're going to do, don't we?
Already I can see the chain reaction, the chemical precursors that signal the
onset of emotion, designed specifically to overwhelm logic, and reason. An
emotion that is already blinding you from the simple, and obvious truth: she is
going to die, and there is nothing that you can do to stop it.
*Neo walks to the door on his left*
The Architect - Humph. Hope, it is the quintessential human delusion,
simultaneously the source of your greatest strength, and your greatest weakness.
Neo - If I were you, I would hope that we don't meet again.