I know I should be writing Resurrection, but this Architect fic popped into my head and wouldn't leave me alone :D
Disclaimer: I don't own the Matrix. Please don't sue me. Some quotes are from Reloaded.
Oh, how ignorant that boy had been. Sacrificing all he could just to end a war; the attempt was futile. The Architect stared at the green-tinged screens while he stroked a finger lazily across his chin. As he watched, the Anomaly was speeding off towards his lover. Such a fickle emotion; love. As he had mentioned to the boy, love clouds the emotions, overriding all sense of reason. The Architect smugly grinned knowing that, as a program, he was not written to love. For love had cost Neo what he had so dearly sought to save; the entire human race.
Neo had chosen a woman over every inhabitant in Zion; 250,000 by the Architect's best estimation. And this number should be true, for the Architect was a wizard with numbers. Because Neo had chosen the left door, a cataclysmic turn of events was sure to follow. Not only would all beings of Zion be terminated, thanks to the approaching Sentinel army, all those plugged into the Matrix would be sucked up into the programming error that would occur. Even the Architect couldn't be perfect all of the time.
'And', the Architect thought to himself, 'The young fool didn't even believe me'.
"You won't let it happen, you can't. You need human beings to survive."
The look on his face was priceless. Even the Anomaly couldn't come to terms that he had been outsmarted by machines. The Architect knew of the prophecy, that the One would return to the Source and end the war. The Oracle had predicted it. But, it had failed for the previous five Anomalies, so why should it come to term now?
"There are levels of survival we are prepared to accept" The Architect's face was stoned and cold as he spoke those words. Now, it held the same features.
He sat in silence as the Anomaly arrived in time to save his love from plummeting to her inevitable death. The Architect smirked and drummed his fingers along the arm rest of his chair.
"Oh yes, Neo. There are levels of survival."