Ok, I fodun this on the intenert, drunk now so cuttign and
pasting.
The Architect's Speech in Full
The Full Conversation between the Architect and Neo
The Architect - Hello, Neo.
Neo - Who are you?
The Architect - I am the Architect. I created the matrix. Ive 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!"*
(I dont 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 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 cant. 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.
