Generation Terrorists

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The Matrix Reloaded
Andy Wachowski, Larry Wachowski

MORPHEUS: Almost there.

LINK: Sir are you sure about this?

MORPHEUS: I told you we're going to be alright.

LINK: I understand sir it's just that I'm scoping some serious sentinel activity up here.


LINK: Yes sir?

MORPHEUS: Given your situation I can't say I fully understand your reasons for volunteering to operate on board my ship. However, if you wish to continue to do so, I must ask you to do one thing.

LINK: What's that sir?

MORPHEUS:To trust me.

TIRANT: What about the scans from the Osiris?

AJAX: They can't be accurate.

NIOBE: They may be.

ICE: What?

AJAX: It's not possible.

BINARY: That'd mean there are a quarter of a million sentinels up there.

NIOBE: That's right.

AJAX: That can't be.

MORPHEUS: Why not? A sentinel for every man, woman, and child in Zion. That sounds exactly like the thinking of a machine to me.

NEO: Go...Hiya fellas.



AGENT JACKSON: Do we proceed?


AGENT JACKSON: He is still

AGENT JOHNSON: Only human.

NEO: Hmmm, upgrades.

LOCK: Morpheus.

MORPHEUS: Commander Lock.

LOCK: I've spoken to the other captains and I wanted to offer you the chance to explain your actions.

MORPHEUS: I wasn't aware that my actions required any explanation.

LOCK: You were given a direct order to return to Zion.


LOCK: But you asked for one ship to remain behind.

MORPHEUS: I would have stayed but I needed to recharge my ship.

LOCK: So you admit to a direct contravention of your duty.

MORPHEUS: Commander we need a presence inside the matrix to await contact from the Oracle.

LOCK: I don't want to hear that s***. I don't care about Oracles or prophecies or Messiahs. I care about one thing...stopping that army from destroying this city and to do that, I need soldiers to obey my orders.

MORPHEUS: With all due respect commander, there is only one way to save our city.

LOCK: How?


LOCK: Goddammit Morpheus, not everyone believes what you believe.

MORPHEUS: My beliefs do not require them to.

HAMANN: Council has asked me to speak tonight at the temple gathering. The presence of the fleet and the persistence of rumors must be addressed. The people must be told what is happening.

LOCK: Of course, councilor...but might I advise a level of discretion concerning specific details. We do not wish to start a panic.

HAMANN: Quite right. A panic is not what anyone wants. What about you, captain? What would you advise?

MORPHEUS: The truth, no one will panic, because there is nothing to fear. That army will never reach the gates of Zion.

HAMANN: What makes you so sure?

MORPHEUS: Consider what we have seen, councilor. Consider that in the past 6 months, we have freed more minds than in 6 years. This attack, is an act of desparation. I believe very soon the prophecy will be fulfilled and this war will end.

HAMANN: I hope you're right, captain.

MORPHEUS: I do not believe it to be a matter of hope, councilor. It is simply, a matter of time.

MORPHEUS: Zion, hear me! It is true, what many of you have heard. The machines have gathered an army and as I speak, that army is drawing nearer to our home. Believe me when I say we have a difficult time ahead of us. But if we are to be prepared for it, we must first shed our fear of it. I stand here, before you now, truthfully unafraid. Why? Because I believe something you do not? No, I stand here without fear because I remember. I remember that I am here not because of the path that lies before me but because of the path that lies behind me. I remember that for 100 years we have fought these machines. I remember that for 100 years they have sent their armies to destroy us, and after a century of war I remember that which matters most...We are still here! Today, let us send a message to that army. TOnight, let us shake this cave. Tonight, let us tremble these halls of earth, steel, and stone, let us be heard from red tar to black sky. Tonight, let us make them remember, this is Zion and we are not afraid.

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, just 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.

HAMANN: Yeah, 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.

HAMANN: 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.

HAMANN: Of course, that's it, you hit it, that's control isn't it? If we wanted, we could smash them to bits. But if we did, we'd 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?

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?

HAMANN: Good point.

NEO: Hello.

SERAPH: You seek the Oracle.

NEO: Who are you?

SERAPH: I am Seraph. I can take you to her, but first I must apologize.

NEO: Apologize for what?

SERAPH: Good...the Oracle has many enemies, I had to be sure.

NEO: Of what?

SERAPH: That you are the One.

NEO: You could have just asked.

SERAPH: No, you do not truly know someone until you fight them.

NEO: You're not human, are you?

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; So is he.

ORACLE: So far, so good.

NEO: But if that's true, that could mean you are part of this system. Another kind of control.

ORACLE: Keep going.

NEO: I suppose the most obvious question is, how can I trust you?

ORACLE: Bingo! It is a pickle, no doubt about it. Bad news is there's no way if you can know whether I'm really here to help you or not. So it's really up to you. You just have to make up your own d*** mind to either accept what I'm going to tell you or reject it. Candy?

NEO: Do you already know if I'm going to take it?

ORACLE: Wouldn't be much of an Oracle if I didn't.

NEO: But if you already know, how can I make a choice?

ORACLE: Because you didn't come here to make the choice, you've already made it. You're here to understand why you made it. I thought you'd've figured that out by now.

NEO: Why are you here?

ORACLE: Same reason. I love candy.

NEO: But why help us?

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?

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, 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, you hear about them all the time.

NEO: I've never heard of them.

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. It's the system assimilating some program that's doing something they're not supposed to be doing.

NEO: Programs hacking programs. Why?

ORACLE: They have their reasons, but usually a program chooses exile when it faces deletion.

NEO: And why would a program be deleted?

ORACLE: Maybe it breaks down. Maybe a better program is created to replace 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.

ORACLE: Yes. Where you must go. Where the path of the One ends.

NEO: I see Trinity and something happens, something bad. She starts to fall, and then I wake up.

ORACLE: Do you see her die?

NEO: No.

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?

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?

ORACLE: No. You've already made the choice. Now you have to understand it.

SMITH: Suprised to see me?

NEO: No.

SMITH: Then you're aware of it?

NEO: Of what?

SMITH: Our connection. I don't fully understand how it happened, perhaps some part of you imprinted onto me, something overwritten or copied. It is at this point irrelevant, what matters is that whatever happened, happened for a reason.

NEO: And what reason is that?

SMITH: I killed you, Mr. Anderson, I watched you die, with a certain satisfaction, I might add, and then something happened. Something that I knew was impossible, but it happened anyway. You destroyed me, Mr. Anderson. Afterward, I knew the rules, I understood what I was supposed to do, but I didn't; I couldn't; I was compelled to stay, compelled to disobey, and now, here I stand because of you, Mr. Anderson, because of you I am no longer an agent of this system, because of you I've changed, I'm unplugged, a new man, so to speak. Like you, apparently free.

NEO: Congratulations.

SMITH: Thank you. But, as you well know appearances can be deceiving which brings me back to the reason why we're here. We're not here because we're free, we're here because we're not free. There's no escaping reason, no denying purpose because as we both know, without purpose we would not exist.

SMITH 2: It is purpose that created us.

SMITH 3: Purpose that connects us.

SMITH 4: Purpose that pulls us.

SMITH 5: That guides us.

SMITH 6: That drives us.

SMITH 7: It is purpose that defines.

SMITH 8: Purpose that binds us.

SMITH: We are here because of you, Mr. Anderson. We're here to take from you what you tried to take from us, purpose.

MEROVINGIAN: Ah ha, here he is at last. Neo, the one himself. Right? And the legendary Morpheus, and Trinity of course, si belle que me fait souffrir [so beautiful it makes me suffer], I have heard so much, you honor me, please sit, join us. This is my wife, Persephone. Something to eat? drink? Of course such things are contrivances like so much here, for the sake of appearances.

NEO: No, thank you.

MEROVINGIAN: Yes, of course. Who has time? Who has time, but then if we do not ever take time, how can we ever have time? Château Haut-Brion mille neuf cent cinquante neuf [Château Haut-Brion 1959] magnificent wine I love French wine, in fact I love the French language. I have sampled every language, French is my favorite, fantastic language. Especially to curse with. Nom de Dieu de putain de bordel de merde de saloperie de connard d'enculé de ta mère [name of God of whore of brothel of shit of filth of jerk of fucking your mother up the ass]. You see it''s like wiping your ass with silk, I love it.

MORPHEUS: Everything begins with choice.

MEROVINGIAN: No, wrong. Choice is an illusion created between those with power, and those without. Look there, at that woman. My God, just look at her, effecting everyone around her so obvious, so bourgeois, so boring, but wait, watch, you see, I have sent her a dessert, a very special dessert, I wrote it myself. It starts so simply, each line of the program creating a new effect, just like...poetry. First, a rush, heat, her heart flutters, you can see it, Neo, yes? She does not understand why. Is it the wine? No, what is it then? What is the reason? And soon it does not matter, soon the why and the reason are gone, and all that matters is the feeling itself. And this is the nature of the universe. We struggle against it, we fight to deny it but it is of course. Pretend it is a lie, beneath our poised appearance the truth is we are completely out of control. Causality, there is no escape from it, we are forever slaves to it. Our only hope, our only peace is to understand it, to understand the why.

NEO: This isn't over.

MEROVINGIAN: Oh yes it is. The Keymaker is mine,and I see no reason why I should give him up. No reason at all.

PERSEPHONE: Where are you going?

MEROVINGIAN: Please Mon Cherie [my dear], I have told you, we are all victims of causality. I drank too much wine, I must take a piss. Cause, and effect. Au revoir [goodbye].

TRINITY: Touch me, and that hand will never touch anything again.

TRINITY: Let's go...I need a download to hotwire a motorcycle.

LINK: Not a problem, one crash course on motorcycle...

TRINITY: Wait, cancel that.

KEYMAKER: There is a building, inside this building, there is a level, where no elevator can go, where no stair can reach. This level is filled with doors. These doors lead to many places, hidden places, but one door is special, one door leads to the source. This building is protected by a very secure system. Every alarm triggers the bomb.

VECTOR: Bomb? Did he say bomb?

KEYMAKER: But like all systems, it has a weakness. The system is based on the rules of a building, one system built on another.

MORPHEUS: Electricity.

KEYMAKER: If one fails, so must the other.

NIOBE: No electricity, no alarms.

GHOST: But you'd have to take out a whole city block to kill the power to a building like that.

KEYMAKER: Not 1, 27.

VECTOR: 27 blocks?

MORPHEUS: All of our lives we have fought this war. Tonight I believe we can end it. Tonight is not an accident. There are no accidents. We have not come here by chance; I do not believe in chance. When I see 3 objectives, 3 captains, 3 ships. I do not see coincidence; I see providence. I see purpose. I believe it is our fate to be here; it is our destiny. I believe this night holds for each and every one of us, the very meaning of our lives.

MORPHEUS: What is it Niobe?

NIOBE: I can't help it Morpheus, I can't help thinking, what if you're wrong? What if all this, the prophecy, everything is bullshit?

MORPHEUS: Then tomorrow we may all be dead. But how would that be that different from any other day?...This is a war, and we are soldiers, death can come for us at any time, in any place.

MORPHEUS: Now consider the alternative. What if I am right? What if the prophecy is true? What if tomorrow the war could be over? Isn't that worth fighting for? Isn't that worth dying for?

TRINITY: Call Neo, now.

LINK: I lost him, they're inside the portal.

TRINITY: What about the grid?

LINK: Everything's still operational, the emergency system is already rerouting power...Jesus, as soon as they open that door, it's all over.

TRINITY: The h*** it is.

LINK: What are you...Trinity!

TRINITY: I will not stand here and do nothing; I will not wait here to watch them die.

LINK: Trinity, we're talking less than 5 minutes here.

TRINITY: In 5 minutes I'll tear that whole goddamn building down.

SMITH: You look surprised to see me, again, Mr. Anderson. That's the difference between us, I've been expecting you.

NEO: What do you want, Smith?

SMITH: Oh, you haven't figured that out? Still using all the muscles except the one that matters? I want exactly what you want. I want everything.

MORPHEUS: Would that include a bullet from this gun?

SMITH: Go ahead, shoot. The best thing about being me, there's so many me's.

NEO: Why am I here?

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 assiduously avoided, it is not unexpected, and thus not beyond a measure of control.

NEO: You haven't answered my question.

ARCHITECT: Quite right. Interesting, that was quicker than the others.

TV SCREENS: Others? How many others? What others? Answer me!

ARCHITECT: The matrix is older than you know. I prefer to count from the emergence of one integral anomaly to emergence of the next, in which case, this is the 6th version.

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 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.

ARCHITECT: Please, as I was saying, she stumbled upon a solution, whereby nearly 99 percent 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 escalading probability of disaster.

ARCHITECT: Denial is the most predictable of all human responses, but rest assured, this will be the 6th time we have destroyed it, and we have become exceedingly efficient at it...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.

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. It is interesting reading your reactions. Your 5 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-à-vis love.

NEO: Trinity.

ARCHITECT: Apropos she entered the matrix to save your life at the cost of her own.

NEO: No.

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 2 doors. The door to your right leads to the source and the salvation of Zion. The door to your 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 are going to do, don't we? Already I can see the chain reaction, the chemical precursors that signal the onset of an 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 you can do to stop it. 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.

ARCHITECT: We won't.

NEO: It was a lie, Morpheus. The prophecy was a lie. The One was never meant to end anything. It was all another system of control.

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