The Matrix Reloaded


 * The Architect: Hello, Neo.
 * Neo: Who are you?
 * The Architect: I am the Architect. I created the Matrix. I've been waiting for you. You have many questions, and though 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. Concurrently, while your first question may be the most pertinent, you may or may not realize, it is the also the most irrelevant.
 * 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, assiduously avoided, 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.
 * Neo Monitors:
 * 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.
 * Neo Monitors: Five Ones before me? Liar. Bullshit. There were five Ones before me.
 * Neo: There are only two possible explanations. Either no one told me, or no one knows.
 * The Architect: Precisely. As you were undoubtedly gathering, the anomaly is systemic, creating fluctuations in even the most simplistic equations.
 * Neo Monitors: You can't control me! I'll smash you to fucking bits! You're fucking dead! I'll fucking kill you! I can say whatever I want! You can't make me do that! You old, white prick!
 * Neo: Choice. The problem is choice.
 * 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 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 ninety-nine percent of all test subject 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 refuse 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: Bullshit.
 * Neo Monitors: Bullshit!
 * 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. 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, twenty three individuals (sixteen female, seven 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. It is interesting, reading your reactions. Your five 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-vis, love.
 * Neo: Trinity!
 * The Architect: Apropos, she entered the Matrix to save your life at the cost of her own.
 * 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 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 what 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.
 * The Architect: We won't.