[color=#000000
ost_uid0]"You can't not remember," shouted John. "You're the Architect! You [i
ost_uid0]built[/i
ost_uid0] this place! You know where everything is!"
"No," said the Architect slowly, "that's a myth, that I built this place. I am just the caretaker, the gardener who prunes the leaves, who removes the weeds, who waters the shrubbery. But who created this garden? Nobody knows."
"If I find that person, will I be able to find a way out of here?"
"Perhaps. But nobody has ever seen him. Perhaps he is just a myth, or perhaps he is impossible to find for us who are trapped in the Matrix."
"Nothing is impossible, not here," said John, and in that moment he knew he would find this creator. "And I [i
ost_uid0]will[/i
ost_uid0] find a way out; it will be the last thing that I ever do here."[/color
ost_uid0]