일단 정확한 이해를 위해 영문 대본을 읽어보도록
합시다. 어려운 용어들이 잔뜩 적혀있어 쉽게 이해할 수는 없습니다만...
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
bullshit."*
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 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% 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 - Bullshit.
*The responses of the other Ones appear on the monitors: "Bullshit!"*
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.