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 the most irrelevant.
Neo - When you figured out what chicken should taste like in the matrix, were you not able to get it, and that's why chicken tastes like everything?
The Architect - Yes. Wow, that was even more irrelevant than I thought.
(the Other Ones on the wall) "I can't believe it, Mouse was right" "What does chicken really taste like! Tell me! I'll kill you!" "I want a cheeseburger!"
Neo - Did you know that agent smith is making everybody in your matrix him?
The Architect - What?
Neo - Maybe you better check on that.
The Architect - Shit, wait a second. (looks at a screen and sees an infinite number of agent smiths running around beating each other up and cursing because they can't find Neo). Oh boy, that's probably not good. . .
Neo - He's an asshole.
The Architect - Never mind that. 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 - Wha?
The Architect - Ok ok, let me see if I can get you to understand this. The matrix is a form of hypnosis. But you can't hypnotize humans against their will. So we worked out that 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. But it was that .1 percent that was the problem. . .
Neo - What about the chicken?
The Architect - Shut up about the chicken already.
Neo - Ok, um, what's with all the funky green japanese writing? Is that really how you made the matrix?
The Architect - No that's just my screensaver.
Neo - What's with that one weirdo french guy?
The Architect - Sorry, I don't get french people either. This conversation isn't quite going as I planned it. . . I was supposed to tell you that you are here because Zion is about to be dest-
Neo - Wait, I know, I'll just go out and come back in and we can start all over, and I won't ask you any more stupid questions, and you can tell me all about that, ok? (walks towards the door on the left)
The Architect - Wait, no, that's the-
(Neo walks through the door and it closes behind him)
The Architect - Oh shit.
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 the most irrelevant.
Neo - When you figured out what chicken should taste like in the matrix, were you not able to get it, and that's why chicken tastes like everything?
The Architect - Yes. Wow, that was even more irrelevant than I thought.
(the Other Ones on the wall) "I can't believe it, Mouse was right" "What does chicken really taste like! Tell me! I'll kill you!" "I want a cheeseburger!"
Neo - Did you know that agent smith is making everybody in your matrix him?
The Architect - What?
Neo - Maybe you better check on that.
The Architect - Shit, wait a second. (looks at a screen and sees an infinite number of agent smiths running around beating each other up and cursing because they can't find Neo). Oh boy, that's probably not good. . .
Neo - He's an asshole.
The Architect - Never mind that. 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 - Wha?
The Architect - Ok ok, let me see if I can get you to understand this. The matrix is a form of hypnosis. But you can't hypnotize humans against their will. So we worked out that 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. But it was that .1 percent that was the problem. . .
Neo - What about the chicken?
The Architect - Shut up about the chicken already.
Neo - Ok, um, what's with all the funky green japanese writing? Is that really how you made the matrix?
The Architect - No that's just my screensaver.
Neo - What's with that one weirdo french guy?
The Architect - Sorry, I don't get french people either. This conversation isn't quite going as I planned it. . . I was supposed to tell you that you are here because Zion is about to be dest-
Neo - Wait, I know, I'll just go out and come back in and we can start all over, and I won't ask you any more stupid questions, and you can tell me all about that, ok? (walks towards the door on the left)
The Architect - Wait, no, that's the-
(Neo walks through the door and it closes behind him)
The Architect - Oh shit.
