Reloaded
Read if you've already seen it
to enlarge your understanding.
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 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 may be the most pertinent, you may or may not realize
it is
also 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 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!'*
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 knows.
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 room*
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
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.
*Images of Trinity fighting the agent from Neos dream appear on the
monitors*
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 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.
The Architect - We won't.
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The weird thing is that there seems to be an implication that the
Oracle isn't the mother figure (Neo - The Oracle. The Architect -
Please...).
Which is weird, because the only other female software we know of is
Persephone, the emotional vampire. Interesting.
Mani Annamalai
"To reign is worth ambition, though in Hell -
Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven."
-- Lucifer, 'Paradise Lost', Milton.