Hello, Neo.

Who are you?

I am the Architect. I created the Matrix. I have been waiting for you. You have many questions and though the process has altered your consciousness, you remain irrevocably human. Ergo, some of my answers you will understand, some you will not. Concordantly, though your first question may be the most pertinent, you may or may not realize, it is also the most irrelevant.

Why am I here?

Your life is the sum of the 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, which has led you, inexorably, here.

You haven't answered my question.

Quite right. [Pauses] Interesting, that was quicker than the others.

[The Neos on the TV monitors begin shouting for an explanation.]

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.

[The Neos on the TV monitors exclaim various statements of protest, before closing in on Neo's current reaction.]

There are only two possible explanations: either no one told me, or no one knows.

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

Choice. The problem is choice.