he commited suicide

The picture that  is mentioned sounds very much like an M.C. Escher drawing. It also sounds like part of the Merovingian's domain... for those that have played Path of Neo.

I'd say we need to look at:

//I work well with my sister. I hide at the beginning, she hides at the end.
//But she finds at the beginning and I find at the end.

That page is called adelia.html

Anyone know of any famous sister pairs? Mythology etc...

or do you think the sister is EPO?

http://01mainframe.com/bq142p/rajlich/#top

 

has anyone other than me read between the lines?

This is one cruel task. Of the 3000 words in the text, I have translated, though not in order, about 1400 words. It's quite depressing, since I've been at this for, like, 6 hours. However, after a while I started translating the script in order, and here is how much have been done to what could remotely be called a satisfactory level:

 I woke up within bed os (you? bone?) tunc (then, at that time, next, and then) tomorrow. The scars were the only thing aan prevented me to put it all for a nightmare. They were healed остатки (the remainders) of wounds; yes, it was so, but they were not old, trusted scars.

 I called in sick to work, quel (which?) exsisto (to emerge, appear, exist, be) not entirely dans (to?) lie like I threw up several times upon wakening. The memories of my dream did not veio easily uponway my return to zoet "real." I spent a large amount of time puto sopra whether it was the start of schizophrenia, the brisant (explosively?) of my mind with representative manifestations of the psyche brought on by my tendency to work myself, or else it was in fact a profound spiritual experience of enlightenment. It seemed likely a modern extension of the histories of old, in a way.

Although, later I came to think of it quão (how?) a trial of Naraka: a selection of my clarity of thought and magnitude of faith. Now I think it is for be a little of each, quão well as em little of a few somethings else, esta is the way of life. With some focus and relaxing, I was able aan fight prêt much gush of memory that threatened to drown whatever remained of my cordura and recall that Anima had dito (told?) me about the man elle (her?) war called her captain. With the resources I hads collected para (stops?) moi-même, it was not such a difficult thing for me by be finding the terrorist hacker that was called a menace in fabula (fabled?) newspapers and Coffin Nail in the shadows beyond the street lamps.

After finding him, it was a more difficult thing to be convince are unites che I was not a part of certain genus (kind, sort, class, category) of trap. You must understand that Coffin Nail had a estarrecer reputation between le alius (aliases?); che is, the people of Zion. I comment for learn this story much later, even so, I feel it is appropriate to be telling it now. Você must also bevatten that the knowledge I speak circulating Zion and the unites era also something das podría non come to yo insquequo molto later, was também quispiam das vae prese a great candidate of effort for you for acknowledge, especially as one who could not seen these truths for myself. But that exists one part of my story which must be saved and mim (me? I?) волЯ (will?) hacer (do?) également (also? alike?) now. Os Coffin Nail had a fairly docile past until a unique event quae (that?) apparently set him em a path of self-destruction. Dans (in?) the past, he was the operator of a ship; but, for skill, not конструкция (construction?).

What I signify by that is that he has the capacities to enter the simulation, but его (it? his?) innate talent of sight for the code kept him without. Dependant, from that point on, the point of the tragic event which I had mentioned, he was one different man, as I am told. He was the first volunteer for ieder (everyone?) mission and the front line within each attack. He was also the sole survivor of much an encounter. And, in that, mim (I?) am meaning that esta (it?) was more than dans simple matter of skill, or chance, or even luck. For il danger he incuriosus (neglect?) lanzó (land?) he-même (gor?) into, he ben (was?) always found living; not unscathed always, but always recuperates. Primoris iocus (joke, jest, jape, gag?) of his guardian angel gave strada (road?_ to dark boatos. I was told that he confronted more than a few acusations of betraying his grupos (group?) à sulum (each, every?) morte (died?) in exchange for his survival. For the others, zijnd (are?) assigned to sulum (every?) crew of the Coffin Nail, for procul (far, at, to, from a distance) question time he was a captain, was a terrifying thing. Em quemquer (who wants?) cadance, I compello (to drive together, collect, force, compel) diese (these?) whisperings of notion from his crew during heure (hour?) through long automobil rides and long nights at my apartment while we tractus (tract = tracked?) enim (for?) cualquier (nobody?) new data they need to compile. Em this point, I vindico you might find it odd that I maintain residence within the simulation.

Another scar from that nightmare, I suppose. From my later research (discussion nosotros (we?) will be reaching cedo (yield?) satis (apparently a Turkish word)), I learned that the Agents found a half dozen of my fellow game players resting in Naraka. I know not ob (that?) there were more of which I had not seen who made that number as if another poor creature was condemned to die dans (in?) my place.

Tudo (everything? what?) I do know is that whereas all the technical expertise of the men and women of Zion, hen cannot be tracing the link to myself in this place to my mesmo (exactly?) in the other, yendo I to wonder se what the say exists verus or if I have never really left his game behind. It seems to be just as plausible to you quel I remain trapped in his realm of insanity as it is quem I am imprisoned within il simulation dalla who I puedo (can?) non released."

 I'll admit, it's pretty crap towards the end. I must stress again, however, that this is only about a quarter of the text.

Judging from the data within the journal, it appears that dear Nine Nine One is the obsession of the dear Doc Raj, hence their involvement.

He observed that 991 doesn't seem to have a purpose, or, rather, he has "shed" his purpose. Most curiously, and this is up in the air until further translation is complete, 991 can go by the name "Dale".

 There is another exile mentioned, perhaps a dangerous one. He goes by the name "c0llector". Perhaps he is who we should question next.

The Joker (991, Shiva, etc...) it would seem is one of the oldest programs around, and is not insane as it would appear. Rather that his paramaters of operation do not comply with the matrix's.

His little tours (that aparently he took Dr Raj on) seem to be his way of entertaining himself by passing on tidbits from his vast knowledge base to those that earn them.

Eg: on a recent tour he showed a man whom in the worst of circumstances became successful in his virtual life and a woman with every chance in the world who became a derelict.
when asked what separated the two, those on the tour were unable to answer to the joker's satisfaction. The answer they sought was "Choice". We are the sum of our decisions.

It is this human curiosity and choice that the machines have long struggled in vain to comprehend. It is also established that choice is the reason for the One. Humans when chice is removed naturaly rebel to create choice. We do not like to be caged. For our entire history we have fought and strived for freedom.

The machines stand by the axiom "Without perpose we would not exist." Humans have the most desparate desire to exist (at a most base and subconsious level) that should we find ourselves without purpose, we create a new purpose for ourselves. We grow curious and make choices. With our purpose of survival and enhancement of the species removed from us by the machines (although we had the new purpose of "food" they found that they had to compensate by giving us choice.

Choice is the most primary of things. The Merovingian believes that Causality (cause and effect) is the ultimate truth. He is wrong. Before the action comes the choice. The choice to perform or not perform the action. "Choice is an illusion created for those without power by those with power." Wrong again my french-localised Operating System. There is always choice. All that those with power can ever do is limit the choices. Even "Comply or be destroyed" is a choice.

Once we have grasped this fundamental truth perhaps the Joker will divige more of his knowledge to us. Perhaps he can assist us in unravelling the mystery of Doc Raj (with whom he has met), perhaps he knows of the Emily Phillips Ormond.

My guess is that the EPO is actually some kind of program object, as Doc Raj has mentioned that during his studies he has found that the programs known as exiles are completely object-oriented (self contained code). Could the EPO be an Exteral/Exile Program Object? Could it be a way to access data outside the bounds of the Matrix. Perhaps a way for the Joker to come and go as he pleases, perhaps a way of accessing the mass collection of knowledge that is the Source. This EPO might just be the key we need to locate and capture Anome.

Whatever the result it is clear that we need to find the Joker. And do not expect it to be easy. There is a good chance that Coffin Nail is still out there (having been absent from Zion since well before the hour of the truce) and I have a feeling that he may just have had some help from Anome and his Vials.

EPO's?

00Zero... Nice bit of recall right there.

ShadowReapr wrote:

I have deciphered some of the text....

    "Atthay which compte como chave binnen жизнь sono die praeclarus."
       - This is the first line of the text; in pig-latin?, portuguese, spanish, russian, german, dutch, and possibly latin. roughly translated to:

       That which count like key within the life sleep those(die) praeclarus(Latin for excellent, famous, beautiful, striking.)

Can anyone make sense of this?

Wow, so much information going around here. Alright, the first sentence here...

That which count like key within the life sleep those die famous.
Could this have to do with Cypherites? I mean old Cryptos wanted to go back to sleep and be somebody important, someone like an actor.

Also I think this has some connection with Sati's homework. Homework from C...

for the record, it's Cypher who wanted to be an actor.

 but I did connect the C to Cryptos, but that might be too obvious.

Yeah I ment Cypher, I love the wonderful spell check and edit function these forums have.

Anyways, I was trying to say that the first sentence is referring to Cypherites or Cryptos or maybe the possibilty of Cypher beign alive but that is a little far fetched there. Also Homework from C.... probhably does refer to Cryptos as Sati said we would probably be able to figure that out too. Or just Cypherites or my far fetched idea of the possibilty of Cypher beign alive.