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Monday, May 26, 2003
I watched matrix reloaded all alone last Friday. So what? I sat on the second row. .with kfc’s zinger combo as my company. “this is going to be fun” I said to myself…and yep…I did have fun…and damn..where can i get niobe's shades??? i want that foy my collection... here are my favorite dialogues in the movie…enjoy! Councilor Hamann - Care for some company? Neo - Councilor Hamann. Councilor Hamann - I don't want to intrude if you prefer to be alone. Neo - No, I could probably use some company. Councilor Hamann - Good, so could I. It's nice tonight, very calm. It feels like everyone is sleeping very peacefully. Neo - Not everyone. Councilor Hamann - I hate sleeping. I never sleep more than a few hours. I figure I slept the first eleven years of my life, and now I'm making up for it. What about you? Neo - I just haven't been able to sleep much. Councilor Hamann - That's a good sign. Neo - Of what? Councilor Hamann - That you are in fact, still human. Councilor Hamann - Have you ever been to the engineering level? Neo - *Shakes his head no* Councilor Hamann - I love to walk there at night. It's quite amazing. Would you like to see it? Neo - Sure. *at the engineering level* Councilor Hamann - Almost no one comes down here, unless of course there's a problem. That's how it is with people. Nobody cares how it works, as long as it works. I like it down here. I like to be reminded that this city survives because of these machines. These machines are keeping us alive, while other machines are coming to kill us. Interesting, isn't it? The power to give life, and the power to end it. Neo - We have the same power. Councilor Hamann - Ah, I suppose we do, but down here sometimes I think about all those people still plugged into the matrix, and when I look at these machines I, I can't help thinking that in a way we are plugged into them. Neo - But we control these machines, they don't control us. Councilor Hamann - Well, of course not. How could they? The idea is pure nonsense, but... it does make one wonder just what is control? Neo - If we wanted, we could shut these machines down. Councilor Hamann - Haha, of course. That's it, you hit it. That's control, isn't it? If we wanted, we could smash them to bits. Oh, but if we did, we would have to consider what would happen to our lights, our heat, our air. Neo - So we need machines, and they need us. Is that your point, councilor? Councilor Hamann - No, no point. Old men like me don't bother with making points. There's no point. Neo - Is that why there are no young men on the council? Councilor Hamann - Good point. Neo - Why don't you tell me what's on your mind, councilor? Councilor Hamann - There is so much in this world that I do not understand. You see that machine? It has something to do with recycling our water supply. I have absolutely no idea how it works, but I do understand the reason for it to work. I have absolutely no idea how you are able to do some of the things you do, but I believe there's a reason for that as well. I only hope that we understand that reason before it's too late. *Neo walks towards the Oracle. She is sitting on a bench in a park, feeding birds* The Oracle - Well, come on. I ain't gonna bite you. Come around here, and let me have a look at you. My goodness, look at you! You turned out alright, didn't you? How do you feel? Neo - I, uhh... The Oracle - I know you're not sleeping. We'll get to that. Why don't you come and have a sit this time? Neo - Maybe I'll stand. The Oracle - Well, suit your self. *Neo hesitates at first, but then sits down on the bench* Neo - I felt like sitting. The Oracle - I know. So, let's get the obvious stuff out of the way. Neo - You're not human, are you? The Oracle - Well it's tough to get any more obvious than that. Neo - If I had to guess, I'd say you're a program from the machine world. *Neo looks over to Seraph* Neo - So is he. The Oracle - So far, so good. Neo - But if that's true, that can mean you are a part of this system, another kind of control. The Oracle - Keep going. Neo - I suppose the most obvious question is: how can I trust you? The Oracle - Bingo! It is a pickle, no doubt about it. The bad news is that there's no way you can really know if I'm here to help you or not. So, it's really up to you. You just have to make up your own damn mind to either accept what I'm going to tell you, or reject it. *The Oracle reaches into her bag and pulls out a red candy* The Oracle - Candy? Neo - You already know if I'm going to take it. The Oracle - I wouldn't be much of an oracle if I didn't. Neo - But if you already know, how can I make a choice? The Oracle -Because you didn't come here to make a choice, you've already made it. You're here to try to understand why you made it. *Neo takes the candy* The Oracle - I thought you would have figured that out by now. Neo - Why are you here? The Oracle - Same reason. I love candy. *the Oracle eats one of the red candies* Neo - But why help us? The Oracle -We're all here to do what we're all here to do. I'm interested in one thing, Neo: the future. And believe me, I know, the only way to get there is together. Neo - Are there other programs like you? The Oracle - Oh, well, not like me. But... look, see those birds? At some point a program was written to govern them. A program was written to watch over the trees, and the wind, the sunrise, and sunset. There are programs running all over the place. The ones doing their job, doing what they were meant to do, are invisible. You'd never even know they were here. But the other ones, well, we hear about them all the time. Neo - I've never heard of them. The Oracle - Oh, of course you have. Every time you've heard someone say they saw a ghost, or an angel. Every story you've ever heard about vampires, werewolves, or aliens, is the system assimilating some program that's doing something they're not supposed to be doing. Neo - Programs hacking programs? Why? The Oracle - They have their reasons, but usually a program choose exile when it faces deletion. Neo - Why would a program be deleted? The Oracle - Maybe it breaks down. Maybe a better program is created to replace it. It happens all the time, and when it does, a program can either choose to hide here, or return to the source. Neo - The machine mainframe? The Oracle - Yes, where you must go, where the path of the one ends. You've seen it, in your dreams. Haven't you? The door made of light? *Neo nods* The Oracle - What happens when you go through the door? Neo - I see Trinity, and something happens, something bad. She starts to fall, and then I wake up. The Oracle - Do you see her die? Neo - No. The Oracle - You have the sight now, Neo. You are looking at the world without time. Neo - Then why can't I see what happens to her? The Oracle - We can never see past the choices we don't understand. Neo - Are you saying I have to choose whether Trinity lives or dies? The Oracle - No. You've already made the choice, now you have to understandit. *Neo shakes his head* Neo - No, I can't do that. I won't. The Oracle - You have to. Neo - Why? The Oracle - Because you're the one. Neo - What if I can't? What happens if I fail? The Oracle - Then Zion will fall. *Seraph places his hand on The Oracles shoulder. The Oracle and Seraph nod to each other.* The Oracle - Our time is up. Listen to me Neo, you can save Zion if you reach the source, but to do that you will need the Keymaker. Neo - The Keymaker? The Oracle - Yes, he disappeared sometime ago. We did not know what happened to him until now. He's being held prisoner by a very dangerous program, one of the oldest of us. He is called the Merovingian, and he will not let him go willingly. Neo - What does he want? The Oracle - What do all men with power want? More power. *The Oracle hands Neo a piece of paper* The Oracle - Be there, at that exact time, and you will have a chance. Seraph - We must go. The Oracle - It seems like every time we meet, I've got nothing but bad news. I'm sorry about that, I surely am. But for what it's worth, you've made a believer out of me. *The Oracle pats Neo's arm* The Oracle - Good luck kiddo. *Seraph takes the Oracle away* 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 wont 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 thecost 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. margret at Monday, May 26, 2003
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