Creon Change Free Actions Ended Up Destroying Himself and His Family

The Matrix Reloaded is a 2003 moving-picture show, and the second motion-picture show in The Matrix series.

Written and directed by Lilly Wachowski & Lana Wachowski

Reload Before The Revolution Begins. (taglines)

Neo [edit]

What happened, happened, and could not accept happened any other fashion.

—Morpheus

• Option.  The trouble is option.

Trinity [edit]

• [jealously points a gun at Persephone]  Why don't you sample this instead?
• Touch on me and that hand will never touch anything again.

Morpheus [edit]

Tomorrow we may all be expressionless, but how would that exist different from whatsoever other day? This is a state of war, and we are soldiers. Expiry can come for united states at any time, in any place.

—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 alee of united states. Just if we are to exist prepared for it, we must first shed our fearfulness of it. I stand here, before y'all now, truthfully unafraid. Why? Because I believe something y'all do not? No, I stand here without fearfulness because I remember. I remember that I am here not because of the path that lies before me only considering of the path that lies backside me. I think that for 100 years we take fought these machines. I remember that for 100 years they have sent their armies to destroy u.s.a., and after a century of war I call back that which matters most... We are all the same here! This evening, let us send a bulletin to that army. Tonight, let us milk shake this cave. Tonight, let us tremble these halls of earth, steel, and stone, permit usa be heard from red cadre to black heaven. Tonight, let united states of america make them call back: this is Zion, and we are not afraid!
• What happened, happened and could not accept happened any other way.
• Then tomorrow we may all be dead, merely how would that be different from any other twenty-four hour period? This is a war, and nosotros are soldiers. Death tin can come for u.s.a. at any time, in whatever place. Now consider the culling. 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?
• Would that include a bullet from this gun?
• I have dreamed a dream, but now that dream has gone from me.

Amanuensis Smith [edit]

• I killed you, Mr. Anderson, I watched yous die; and with a certain satisfaction, I might add together. And and so something happened. Something that I knew was impossible, just it happened anyway: you destroyed me, Mr. Anderson. Later on, I knew the rules, I understood what I was supposed to practice, 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. Considering of you lot, I'm no longer an agent of this system. Considering of you, I'm changed, unplugged, a new man, so to speak, similar you, apparently free.
• We're not here because we're gratis; we're here because nosotros're not costless. In that location'south no escaping reason, no denying purpose, for equally nosotros both know, without purpose nosotros would not exist. Information technology is purpose that created usa, purpose that connects u.s.a., purpose that pulls usa, that guides united states, that drives us; information technology is purpose that defines, purpose that binds us. We are here because of you, Mr. Anderson. Nosotros're here to have from you lot what y'all tried to take from u.s.a.... Purpose!
• Become alee, shoot. The all-time thing about existence me…there's then many of me.
• More than!
• It is inevitable...

The Merovingian [edit]

I drank too much wine, I must accept a piss. Crusade and effect.

—Merovingian

• Who has time? Who has fourth dimension? Only then if we practice not e'er have time, how can we ever have time?
• I love the French language. I take sampled every language, French is my favourite — fantastic language, specially to curse with. Nom de Dieu de putain de bordel de merde de saloperies de connards d'enculé de ta mère. You meet? It'southward like wiping your arse with silk. I love it.
• Selection is an illusion, created between those with power, and those without.
• And this is the nature of the universe. We struggle confronting it. We fight to deny it, merely information technology is of course pretense. Information technology is a lie. Below our poised advent, the truth is we are completely... out of command.
• Please, ma cherie, I told you, we are all victims of causality. I drank too much wine, I must take a piss. Cause and effect.
• Handle usa. You'll handle united states of america. You know, your predecessors had much more respect.
• Marking my words, male child, and mark them well. I survived your predecessors and I will survive you lot.
• Yous run into, he's just a man.
• Goddamn information technology, woman, you will be the end of me!

The Architect [edit]

• The first Matrix I designed was quite naturally perfect, it was a work of art, flawless, sublime. A triumph equaled just by its awe-inspiring failure. The inevitability of its doom is apparent to me now every bit a consequence of the imperfection inherent in every human beingness. Thus, I redesigned it based on your history to more accurately reflect the varying grotesqueries of your nature. All the same, I was once more frustrated by failure. I accept since come to sympathise that the answer eluded me considering it required a bottom mind, or perhaps a listen less jump by the parameters of perfection. Thus, the respond was stumbled upon past some other, an intuitive program, initially created to investigate certain aspects of the human psyche. If I am the father of the Matrix, she would undoubtedly exist its mother.
• Which brings u.s.a. at terminal to the moment of truth, wherein the key flaw is ultimately expressed, and the Bibelot revealed equally both beginning and end. In that location are two doors. The door to your right leads to the Source and the conservancy of Zion. The door to your left leads dorsum to the Matrix, to her and to the end of your species. Equally you adequately put, the problem is choice. But nosotros already know what you are going to practice, don't nosotros? 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 to the simple and obvious truth: she is going to die and there is nothing you can do to terminate it. Promise. It is the quintessential human mirage, simultaneously the source of your greatest force, and your greatest weakness.

The Keymaker [edit]

• There is a building. Inside this edifice, there is a level where no elevator tin go and no stair can reach. This level is filled with doors. These doors lead to many places. Hidden places. But ane door is special. Ane door leads to the Source.

Dialogue [edit]

These doors pb to many places—hidden places; simply 1 door is special—one door leads to the source.

—The Keymaker

Commander Locke: Damnit, Morpheus, non everyone believes what yous believe!

Morpheus: [softly] My beliefs exercise not require them to.

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[Neo approaches the Oracle, sitting on a park bench]

The Oracle: Well, come on, I own't gonna bite you. Come around hither, let me have a look at y'all. [removes glasses] My goodness, wait at you. You turned out all right, didn't yous? How practise you feel?

Neo: I, uh—

The Oracle: I know y'all're non sleeping. We'll get to that. Why don't you come and have a sit this time?

Neo: Perchance I'll stand.

The Oracle: Well, adapt yourself.

Neo: [hesitates, then sits] I felt like sitting.

The Oracle: I know. Then…let's get the obvious stuff out of the way.

Neo: Yous're not human, are you?

The Oracle: Well, information technology'due south tough to get any more than obvious than that.

Neo: If I had to guess, I'd say you were a program, from the Motorcar globe. [looks at Seraph] So is he.

The Oracle: And so far and then skilful.

Neo: But if that's truthful, that could mean you're a part of the arrangement, some other kind of control.

The Oracle: Keep going.

Neo: I suppose the well-nigh obvious question is: how tin I trust y'all?

The Oracle: Bingo. Information technology is a pickle, no incertitude about it. Bad news is at that place'due south no mode yous can really know if I'm here to help you or not, then it's really upwardly to you lot. Just have to brand up your own damn listen to either accept what I'1000 going to tell y'all, or reject information technology. Candy?

Neo: … You lot already know if I'thousand going to have it.

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

Neo: But if you already know, how tin I make a choice?

The Oracle: Because y'all didn't come up here to make the choice. You've already made information technology. You're here to endeavor to empathise why you fabricated information technology. [Neo eventually takes the processed] I thought yous'd have figured that out past now.

Neo: Why are you here?

The Oracle: Same reason. I dear candy.

Neo: Merely why help us?

The Oracle: Nosotros're all hither to do what nosotros're all here to practise. I'm interested in 1 thing, Neo, the time to come. And believe me, I know: the but style to go there is together.

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Oracle: You have the sight now Neo. You are looking at the world without fourth dimension.

Neo: So why can't I see what happens to her?

Oracle: We tin can never see past the choices we don't understand.

Neo: Are you saying I accept to choose whether Trinity lives or dies?

Oracle: No! Yous've already fabricated the option. Now you take to understand information technology.

---

Neo: What does he desire?

The Oracle: What practice all men with ability want? More than power.

---

Smith: Mr. Anderson…did you lot get my package?

Neo: Yeah.

Smith: Well good.

Morpheus: Smith.

Link: Whoever it is he'due south not reading similar an agent.

Smith: Surprised 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 on to me, something overwritten or copied, simply information technology is at this betoken irrelevant; what matters is that whatsoever happened, happened for a reason.

Neo: And what reason is that?

Smith: I killed you, Mr. Anderson, I watched you lot die. With a sure satisfaction, I might add…and then something happened, something that I knew was impossible, but it happened anyway: you destroyed me, Mr. Anderson. Subsequently, 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, considering of you, Mr. Anderson. Because of you, I am no longer an Amanuensis of this system. Because of y'all, I've changed. I'm unplugged. A new man, so to speak; like you, apparently, costless.

Neo: Congratulations.

Smith: Thanks. But…equally you well know, appearances can be deceiving, which brings me dorsum to the reason why we're hither. We are not here considering we're complimentary; nosotros're hither because we are not free. There's no escaping reason, no denying purpose, considering as nosotros both know, without purpose, nosotros would not exist. [multiple copies of Smith appear, surrounding Neo, reciting the following] It is purpose that created usa, purpose that connects usa, purpose that pulls us, that guides the states, that drives us, information technology is purpose that defines, purpose that binds the states. We're hither considering of you lot, Mr. Anderson. We're here to have from y'all what you tried to take from united states of america... [plunges his paw into Neo's chest, attempting to assimilate him] Purpose!

---

The Architect: Hello, Neo.

Neo: Who are you?

The Architect: I am the Architect. I created the Matrix. I have been waiting for y'all. Y'all have many questions and though the procedure has altered your consciousness, you remain irrevocably human. Ergo, some of my answers you volition understand, some of them you will not. Concordantly, while your beginning question may be the most pertinent, you may or may not realize, information technology is also the about irrelevant.

Neo: Why am I here?

The Builder: 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 take been unable to eliminate from what is otherwise a harmony of mathematical precision. While it remains a burden assiduously avoided, information technology is not unexpected, and thus not beyond a mensurate of control, which has led you, inexorably, here.

Neo: Yous oasis't answered my question.

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

Neo Monitors: Others? What others? How many? Reply me.

The Architect: The Matrix is older than yous know. I prefer counting from the emergence of one integral anomaly to the emergence of the next, in which example this is the sixth version.

Neo Monitors: Five ones earlier me? Bullshit. Liar!

Neo: In that location are but ii possible explanations: either no one told me…or no i knows.

The Architect: Precisely. As you are undoubtedly gathering, the anomaly is systemic, creating fluctuations in even the most simplistic equations.

Neo Monitors: You tin't control me! I'g going to blast you lot into fucking bits! FUCKING DEAD! I'll fucking kill you lot! I can say whatever I want! You tin can't brand me practise that! You old, white, prick!

Neo: … Choice. The problem is choice.

---

The Architect: The offset Matrix I designed was quite naturally perfect; it was a work of art, flawless, sublime. A triumph equaled but by its monumental failure. The inevitability of its doom is apparent to me at present every bit 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 past failure. I take since come up to sympathise that the answer eluded me considering it required a lesser mind, or peradventure a heed less bound past the parameters of perfection. Thus the answer was stumbled upon by another: an intuitive programme, initially created to investigate certain aspects of the human psyche. If I am the father of the Matrix, she would undoubtedly exist its mother.

Neo: The Oracle.

The Architect: Please. Equally I was maxim, she stumbled upon a solution whereby nearly 99% of all test subjects accepted the program as long every bit they were given a choice, even if they were only aware of the option at a near-unconscious level. While this reply functioned, it was evidently fundamentally flawed, thus creating the otherwise-contradictory systemic anomaly that if left unchecked might threaten the organisation itself. Ergo, those that refused the program, while a minority, if unchecked would institute an escalating probability of disaster.

Neo: This is about Zion.

The Architect: You are here because Zion is almost to exist destroyed, its every living inhabitant terminated, its entire being eradicated.

Neo: Bullshit. [The monitors have the same response, merely in anger]

The Builder: Denial is the most predictable of all man responses. But, residual assured, this volition be the sixth fourth dimension we have destroyed it, and we have become exceedingly efficient at it.

---

The Architect: The office of the One is now to return to the Source, allowing a temporary dissemination of the lawmaking y'all conduct, 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 volition issue in a cataclysmic organization crash, killing everyone continued to the Matrix, which coupled with the extermination of Zion will ultimately effect in the extinction of the unabridged human race.

Neo: Yous won't let it happen. You can't. Yous demand human beings to survive.

The Architect: There are levels of survival we are prepared to have. All the same, the relevant upshot is whether or not y'all are prepare to accept the responsibility for the expiry of every human beingness in this world.

Neo: [pauses to consider]

The Builder: It is interesting reading your reactions. Your five predecessors were, past pattern, based on a like predication, a contingent affirmation that was meant to create a profound attachment to the residuum of your species for facilitating the function of the Ane. While the others experienced this in a very full general style, your experience is far more specific - vis-à-vis...love.

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 every bit both beginning and terminate. At that place are two 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 finish of your species. Every bit you lot fairly put, the trouble is option. But we already know what you are going to do, don't nosotros? Already I tin 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 y'all from the uncomplicated and obvious truth: she is going to die and at that place is zip you tin do to stop it.  [Neo walks to the door on the left; the Builder sniffs]  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 come across once again.

The Architect: [affair-of-factly] We won't.

---

Merovingian: Here he is at last: Neo, the 1 himself. Right? And the legendary Morpheus. And Trinity, of course, si belle qu'elle me fait souffrir. I have heard so much, you honor me. Please, sit, bring together us. This is my wife Persephone. Something to consume? Drink? [chuckles] Of course such things are contrivances, similar so much here. For the sake of appearances.

Neo: No, cheers.

Merovingian: Yeah, of course. Who has fourth dimension. Who has time? But then if we do non e'er take fourth dimension, how can we ever have time? [Twins smirk; Merovingian inhales, savoring the smell of his wine] Château Haut-Brion mille neuf cent cinquante neuf, magnificent wine. I dear French wine, like I love the French language. I have sampled every language; French is my favorite. Fantastic language, specially to curse with. Nom de Dieu de putain de bordel de merde de saloperies de connards d'enculé de ta mère...it's similar wiping your arse with silk, I beloved it.

Morpheus: You know why we are here.

Merovingian: [condescendingly] I am a trafficker of data, I know everything I can. The question is, exercise y'all know why you are here?

Morpheus: We are looking for the Keymaker.

Merovingian: Oh yes, it is true. The Keymaker, of course. Just this is non a reason, this is not a why; the Keymaker himself, his very nature, is a means, not an end, and and then to look for him is to be looking for a means to do...what?

Neo: You know the answer to that question.

Merovingian: But practise you? Yous think you practise, but you do not. You are here because yous were sent here, you were told to come here and so you obeyed. [chuckles] It is of form the way of all things. You see, there is but one constant, ane universal, it is the merely real truth: causality. Activity, reaction. Crusade, outcome.

Morpheus: Everything begins with choice.

Merovingian: No. Wrong. Choice is an illusion, created betwixt those with power and those without. Look there, at that woman. My God, merely wait at her. Affecting everyone around her; so obvious, then bourgeois, so tedious. Only await. Sentinel, you see, I have sent her a dessert…a very special dessert. I wrote it myself. Information technology starts so simply; each line of the program creating a new effect, but like…poetry. Start, a rush. Oestrus. Her heart flutters. You can see it, Neo, yes? She does not sympathize, why? Is information technology the wine? No…what is it, and then, what is the reason? Just before long 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 confronting it, we fight to deny it, but it is of class pretense, it is a lie. Beneath our poised advent, the truth is we are completely out of control. [inhales] Causality. There is no escaping it. We are forever slaves to information technology. Our only hope, our only peace is to understand it, to understand the why. Why is what separates the states from them, you from me. Why is the just real source of power, without information technology you lot are powerless. And this is how you lot come to me: without why, without ability, another link in the chain. But, fear non, since I take seen how good you are at following orders, I will tell y'all what to practise adjacent. Run back, and give the fortune-teller this message: her time is almost upward. [stands] At present, I have some real business organization to attend to, then I will bid you adieu and farewell.

Neo: This isn't over.

Merovingian: Oh yeah it is. The Keymaker is mine and I see no reason why I should requite him up. No reason at all.

Persephone: Where are you going?

Merovingian: Please, ma cherie, I have already told you lot: we are all victims of causality. I drank too much vino, I must take a piss. Cause and effect. Au revoir.

Taglines [edit]

• Gratis your listen.
• Reload in IMAX. Think large.
• Reload earlier the revolution begins.
• Desert of the existent.

Bandage [edit]

• Keanu Reeves - Neo
• Laurence Fishburne - Morpheus
• Carrie-Anne Moss - Trinity
• Hugo Weaving - Agent Smith
• Gloria Foster - The Oracle
• Helmut Bakaitis - The Builder
• Lambert Wilson - The Merovingian

See also [edit]

• The Matrix (franchise)
• MTV Motion-picture show Awards Reloaded

External links [edit]

• The Matrix Reloaded quotes at the Net Movie Database
• The Matrix Reloaded at Rotten Tomatoes

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