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Sky Piercer
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The Architect's speech if anyone is interested:
Quote:
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
realise 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 *beep*."*
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! F*ck 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 Architect's room*
The Architect - The first matrix I designed was quite
naturally perfect, it was a work of art, flawless,
sublime. A triumph equalled 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 - *beep*.
*The responses of the other Ones appear on the
monitors: "*beep*!"*
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 Neo's 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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Edit: BTW it was taken from a "censored" site (imdb), hence the *beeps*! 
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