Architect: Hello, Neo.
Neo: Who are you?
Architect: I am the Architect. I created the Matrix. I have been waiting
for you. You have many questions and although the process has altered
your consciousness you remain irrevocably human, ergo some of my answers
you will understand and some of them you will not. Concordantly, while
your first question maybe the most pertinent you may or may not realize
it is also the most irrelevant.
Neo: Why am I here?
Architect: Your life is the sum of a remainder of an unbalanced equation
inherent in 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 deciduously avoided it is not unexpected and
thus not beyond a measure of control. Which has led you inexcerably here.
Neo: You haven’t answered my question.
Architect: Quite right. Interesting, that was quicker then the others.
Neo: Others? (What others? How many? Answer me)
Architect: The Matrix is older then 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.
Neo: Then there are only two possible explanations, either no one told
me, or no one knows.
Architect: Precisely, as you are undoubtedly gathering the anomaly is
systemic. Creating fluctuations in even the most simplistic equations.
Neo: Choice, the problem is choice.
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 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 my
failure. I have since come to understand that the answer eluded me
because it required a lesser mind a mind less bound by the parameters of
perfection. Thus the answer was stumbled upon by another, and 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
Architect: Please, as I was saying she stumbled upon a solution whereby
nearly 99 percent 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
an unconscious level. While this answered function it was obviously
fundamentally flawed thus creating the otherwise contradictory systemic
anomaly. That if left unchecked might threaten the system itself, ergo
those that refuse the program while the minority if unchecked would cause
an escalating probability of disaster.
Neo: This is about Zion
Architect: You are here because Zion is about to be destroyed. Its every
living inhabitant terminated, its entire existence eradicated.
Neo: *beep*
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. 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.
Architect: There are levels of survival we are prepared to accept.
However the relevant issue is whether you are ready to accept the
responsibility for the death of every human being in this world. It is
interesting reading your reactions. Your 5 predecessors were by design
based on a similar predication a contingent affirmation 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 vie love.
Neo: Trinity
Architect: Apropo, she entered the matrix to save your life at the cost
of her own.
Neo: No
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 your 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 we you are going to do don’t
we? Already I can see the chain reaction the chemical precursors that
signal the onset of an 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 you can do to
stop it. 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.
Architect: We won’t.
Neo: Who are you?
Architect: I am the Architect. I created the Matrix. I have been waiting
for you. You have many questions and although the process has altered
your consciousness you remain irrevocably human, ergo some of my answers
you will understand and some of them you will not. Concordantly, while
your first question maybe the most pertinent you may or may not realize
it is also the most irrelevant.
Neo: Why am I here?
Architect: Your life is the sum of a remainder of an unbalanced equation
inherent in 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 deciduously avoided it is not unexpected and
thus not beyond a measure of control. Which has led you inexcerably here.
Neo: You haven’t answered my question.
Architect: Quite right. Interesting, that was quicker then the others.
Neo: Others? (What others? How many? Answer me)
Architect: The Matrix is older then 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.
Neo: Then there are only two possible explanations, either no one told
me, or no one knows.
Architect: Precisely, as you are undoubtedly gathering the anomaly is
systemic. Creating fluctuations in even the most simplistic equations.
Neo: Choice, the problem is choice.
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 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 my
failure. I have since come to understand that the answer eluded me
because it required a lesser mind a mind less bound by the parameters of
perfection. Thus the answer was stumbled upon by another, and 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
Architect: Please, as I was saying she stumbled upon a solution whereby
nearly 99 percent 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
an unconscious level. While this answered function it was obviously
fundamentally flawed thus creating the otherwise contradictory systemic
anomaly. That if left unchecked might threaten the system itself, ergo
those that refuse the program while the minority if unchecked would cause
an escalating probability of disaster.
Neo: This is about Zion
Architect: You are here because Zion is about to be destroyed. Its every
living inhabitant terminated, its entire existence eradicated.
Neo: *beep*
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. 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.
Architect: There are levels of survival we are prepared to accept.
However the relevant issue is whether you are ready to accept the
responsibility for the death of every human being in this world. It is
interesting reading your reactions. Your 5 predecessors were by design
based on a similar predication a contingent affirmation 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 vie love.
Neo: Trinity
Architect: Apropo, she entered the matrix to save your life at the cost
of her own.
Neo: No
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 your 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 we you are going to do don’t
we? Already I can see the chain reaction the chemical precursors that
signal the onset of an 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 you can do to
stop it. 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.
Architect: We won’t.
