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[PUZZLE] Dina - Deadcafe / BalladsofFrogs / Triad
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[PUZZLE] Dina - Deadcafe / BalladsofFrogs / Triad

Well someone had to start Very Happy

Since the Dina MP3 thread is listed as solved HERE, several people suggested a new thread for what came out of it.

To Recap
chancesend wrote:
http://dina.thenekodas.com/weblog/images/music.jpg

Creepy! This spells: "DEAD CAFE DEAD CAFE"

Where is this Dead Cafe? Is it next to Funky Town? Smile

Page URL: http://dina.thenekodas.com/deadcafe.html
Page BG: http://dina.thenekodas.com/cafedead.jpg
Table BG: http://dina.thenekodas.com/deadcafe.jpg
Code:
Dream falling, dream hitting the ground.
Dream waking.
Except I'm not awake. Of course.

Apocalypse all around me
deserted concrete slabs and broken windows and blown-out cars
the sky is rumbling and furious in dark roiling clouds and electrical energy
this is hate, seething, the after-math
what is this? I can't breathe very well here, and I am feeling pinned by the atmosphere.
(pinned like lead aprons for dental work x-rays, heavy pressing, even layer of dread and gravity over every inch of exposed skin and limb)
the lightning, the electrical storm, it's gorgeous in a cinematic sort of way, except I am HERE, NOW
and I can feel it in my hair
and the smell of it in my nostrils
the smell of human decay, of dust and engine oil
the whipsmart black pepper ozone flatness
This is terrible
I can't find my family, here
I can hardly lift my head
There are caverns in the earth and there are angry gods in the heavens
So much chaos here

I expect to feel more pain, but somehow it's being leeched out of me and transformed. I start to get angry, and then it's gone. I start to struggle, and then I immediately forget why I am struggling.

I am jealous of the world for being angry. I cannot feel anything.

There is very little color in this dream that I can remember. Shredded posters on the remaining wall of a low building - rusted red, like dried blood. Yellow, indanthrone, striped across in headlines, probably some band played there once. There's absolutely no music now. There's almost nothing.


ParityBit wrote:
hakab2060 wrote:
sounds like a list of frequencies to me
659.255113825739859 -> E
830.609395159890277 -> G#
987.766602512248223 -> B_


That would be an E major, or rather an E triad....

http://dina.thenekodas.com/triad.html

Is this my first discovery??

Note the strange title.

Page URL:http://dina.thenekodas.com/triad.html
Page BG: http://dina.thenekodas.com/whisper.jpg
Table BG: http://dina.thenekodas.com/belcanto.jpg
Code:
This is the first time my dream has started with a voice, rather than imagery. I am not entirely sure, but I believe the dreams are gaining more substance because I've been making such a habit to write them down. Details that most people might not remember in that first cold-sweat moment after waking are now occurring to me more often and more easily. For instance, the man's watch has no numbers on its face, there is a smell of dry-erase marker when I see mathematical symbols, the bicycle is not only blue, the person's pedaling backwards, etc.

"Out of this life every land is exile."

It's a warm voice, warm like tobacco smoke and lemon furniture polish. The voice carries the archetypical classic grizzled old-eccentric-in-his-wood-paneled-study timbre. It's soothing. It's the kind of voice you want at the other end of the phone line when you've been long gone from home, and you miss it terribly.

A rousing cheer comes up from a small crowd of party people at this affectionately tendered statement, and suddenly the lights of the dream snap on. I'm dressed to the nines, I'm in some sort of side parlor in a large house, and chairs are gathered/crowded around two mismatched tables laden with a feast of fruit and wine bottles. We've been merry. Hey! Why can't my dreams start a bit earlier in the timeline, here? I haven't been to a party this friendly and decadent in quite some time. I must have been telling stories, mostly, and the audience is listening, rapt, as I talk about bits of new songs I had written, and I sing a refrain or two, and wow, the people clap and smile and their eyes are clear and shining. (I must be nervous about the recital coming up)

We're in another country, here, I know. We're the foreigners, and we're in this little room with a dozen chairs and the taste of grapes on our tongues.

The best story I tell is about the tortoise - the one from the dream breakfast. I talk about its wisdom, the way it moves through this world into the next, and how it apparently absorbs the thoughts and dreams of all who hope, and every night it spells out those wishes in faint glowing letters on its shell. It sometimes whispers, and taking a deep breath, I quickly whisper out my dreams and hopes and hurts and wants in one long breath, in a rasp that sounds exactly like a tortoise would, and the room is filled with delight and wonderment at this creature I've discovered, how I am able to recall its amazing ability.

The only hope I remember speaking is, "Him have I lost; the wish to find, the want to know, the need to hear and see."

bakntime wrote:
Ok, if we simply use the last names of the composers, here's the possibilites for each song, as far as I can gather:

--1.
2. (A) Leyenda for solo guitar - Isaac Albeniz
--3. (L) Cello Concerto in D minor - Lalo
4. (D) Dvorāk - Symphony no.9 'From the New World' 4th movement - Allegro con fuoco
5. (W or V) Invitation to the Dance by Carl Maria von Weber
6. (F) Ritual Fire Dance by Manuel de Falla
7. (G) Piano Concerto in a 3rd mvt. - Grieg
--8. (A) Adagio for organ/strings - Albinoni
9. (S) Zigeunerweisen - Sarasate
--10. (D, S, R) (Debussy's Reverie - Debussy (Singing?, Ravel?)
11. (S) Danse macabre - Saint-Saens

So, here's what we've got, with letters that are unconfirmed with an *

(_) (A) (L*) (D) (W/V) (F) (G) (A*) (S) (D/S/R) (S)

Here's what appears to be confirmed so far:
Code:

1 2 3 3 8 4 9 5 6 6 10 5 7 11
- A - - A D S - F F  - - G S

1, 3, 5, 10 are still up in the air, at least from what I've read so far...

Of course, this all assumes that the first letter of the last name is what we're looking for.
bakntime wrote:
FOUND IT:
http://dina.thenekodas.com/balladsoffrogs.html
Very Happy

Page URL: http://dina.thenekodas.com/balladsoffrogs.html
Page BG: http://dina.thenekodas.com/balladsoffrogs.jpg
Table BG: http://dina.thenekodas.com/frogballads.jpg
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what we didn't want to do was start over what we didn't want to do was let someone else make our decisions for us what we didn't want was an extra side of apathy with our order and oh ethan how we tried, we tried so hard to remember clinging to that rock face, sisyphus and and prometheus both how we loved and lost and won the battle lost the war

those rounds those squares those angles this chair my love and you - there could be a place a place a place here
her
her
her
him
me
alone
it's so cold here in the house right now such a sense of foreboding and i can feel the other side of this wall, almost as if i could put my hand right through it i am afraid to try because i think right now in these hours of hell and steel i just might, like a ghost, and then i will lose you i will pass through and i will subsist on ghostly meagerness and memory of you, and you will not know how to follow me


this panic is like a shaking bundle of clanging heavy cords of metal, wire jangling and shrieking with aggression and cold. i am so cold right now, hands are numb and fingertips icy - our dear boy he is smiling and he is ours and i never want to let him go. we made a promise, to each other, and to him, to never let him go but those hands too strong to be anything but authority defined, they pulled us like taffy, they stretched our world thin and it snapped and suddenly the messy room and the posters and the video games and the teenaged voice were gone gone gone oh how we were supposed to take care of him, and now he's gone he may be dead and we have failed, love

my boy. my beautiful little boy.

aeschylus scratches on his tablet and we are represented by faceless chorus and meager settings. this is the wasteland, you and i here and alone and pounding against the end of the world, never able to break the glass and breathing the air that's gone heavy and stale with ignorance.

my memories! these floods of emotion are almost too much to bear. every hour they plague me, like fire racing across my scalp, and i am gasping, sobbing, my pulse rate is too high, and then it's gone. like a fever, it breaks. and then it is back again: my alarm clock used to have blue lcd, my favorite piece of music is 2 minutes longer than the one i know now, i used to have such a fondness for cinnamon. wracked, wrung, wrong.

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And here's some contributions picked out from the original thread that were relevant to these pages - Sorry if I missed any.

Jeromy wrote:
A little bit brighter, check out whisper.jpg
Whisper
Belcanto
Jeromy wrote:
this one freaked me out, when I was up'ing the brightness this face just pops out.

Cafedead-cropped.jpg
more contrast.jpg

Toast wrote:
Okay, I'm guessing that this is a long shot and probably unrelated...

In Triad.html, Dina mentions a tortoise that "spells out those wishes in faint glowing letters on its shell". This seems a lot like Cassiopeia, the tortoise from Michael Ende's "Momo", which had the ability to communicate by glowing messages that it spelled out on its shell. I can't find any reliable summaries of that book, but I'm pretty sure I have a copy somewhere...

Yes, long shot, I know. But it might help...

Toast wrote:
"Him have I lost; the wish to find, the want to know, the need to hear and see."

And sue a friend came debtor for my sake;
So him I lose through my unkind abuse.
Him have I lost; thou hast both him and me:
He pays the whole, and yet am I not free.
- Shakespeare, sonnet number...134, I think.

Sonnets 121 - 154, ctrl-F for full text

Quote source - http://dina.thenekodas.com/triad.html

XtRaVa wrote:
just FYI, a sonnet is written in iambic pentameter...that means there are 5 (pent) feet, of iambs...an iamb being when a word is stressed (well usually just each syllabel), then the next is not...its dont in such a way, that when it is performed, it is almost sung (something which shakespears plays today usually completely miss out) So and would be said and...then sue would be stressed "SUE", so each time the person would be sort of singing it in a strange up and down motion.

I did an AS in english language + literature Razz

Marl64 wrote:
Jeromy wrote:
Emericana wrote:
Is that an out line of heismissing?

sure looks like it


I'm gonna have to disagree here.


Dare wrote:
What about balladoffrogs.jpg and frogballads.jpg? I can make out butterflies in frogballads.jpg, and candlesticks? chandeliers? or some other metallic object(s) in balladoffrogs.jpg.

Any ideas?
Frogballads_bright.jpg
Balladsoffrogs_bright.jpg

Marl64 wrote:
"balladsoffrogs.jpg", "frogballards.jpg" and "cafedead.jpg" contain the same piece of music.

Anyone know what it is?

bakntime wrote:
joebrent wrote:
Marl64 wrote:
Is there any connection between "Whisper" and "Belcanto", and a possible third term that links them?

Could they represent two terms in a list with a missing middle term?


Seems logical, since .Bach and .Brahms came out first, which led to the obvious middle link, .Beethoven. Bel Canto is the Romantic Italian ornate singing style, pretty much the exact opposite of whispering. So maybe theres a "Speak"?


Darn... I really thought it was going to be mezzo... it's not. Sad

Tobester wrote:
bakntime wrote:
Darn... I really thought it was going to be mezzo... it's not. Sad


Tried 'parlando', 'parlante'....nada! Confused

(could we label this one SOLVED?)

Marl64 wrote:
niobexrev wrote:
Dina wrote:
...cinnamon. wracked, wrung, wrong.


I tried www.ninna.com and other words with letters of ninna in them... no frikkin way jose. Mad


Dunno where the idea for ninna came from, but you might be onto something with the WWW from wracked, wrung, wrong.

Perhaps this points us back to the main site (www.thenekodas.com) rather than this sub-site (dina.thenekodas.com).

EDIT: It's OK, I spotted it Embarassed annagram of cinnamon eh? Very Happy

Since this is now listed as [SOLVED] perhaps we should start a new thread to discuss the bits that aren't.

Eli05 wrote:
SquareKnight wrote:
What still puzzles me is the comment regarding the "two times four times three times 5 walls"

Why switch from words to numerals for the number five?

What sort of place would have 5! walls?

This seems like something that should have thematic, if not puzzle significance. It's such an odd statement.

-Square Knight


Just to get thinking on the 5 walls, the pentagon?

And interestingly enough, legend has it that Aeschylus met his death when an eagle dropped a tortoise on his bald head, mistaking it for a rock.

What about http://ethan.thenekodas.com on OCT 31, there is a picture of a tortoise....just trying to link things together...

surfloser wrote:
on the same web page as the music notes is where we get dead cafe

one more thing
on the web page with all of the funny paragraphs leading to pointlessness
posted by either ethan or dina the quote john lennon
my beatiful little boy
Question

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Wait...this is kind of insignificant, but I think it deserves a slight mention.

Seems that Dina actually hit the ground in her dream? Most people wake up before that bit...it's a common belief that if you hit the ground in your dream, you die in real life. Of course, that's not true, but maybe this represents something? Like, I don't know, how her "other self" died?

Oooookay. Long shot, yeah? Like most of my posts...

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Quote:
Code:
Dream falling, dream hitting the ground.
Dream waking.
Except I'm not awake. Of course.

Apocalypse all around me
deserted concrete slabs and broken windows and blown-out cars
the sky is rumbling and furious in dark roiling clouds and electrical energy
this is hate, seething, the after-math
what is this? I can't breathe very well here, and I am feeling pinned by the atmosphere.
(pinned like lead aprons for dental work x-rays, heavy pressing, even layer of dread and gravity over every inch of exposed skin and limb)
the lightning, the electrical storm, it's gorgeous in a cinematic sort of way, except I am HERE, NOW
and I can feel it in my hair
and the smell of it in my nostrils
the smell of human decay, of dust and engine oil
the whipsmart black pepper ozone flatness
This is terrible
I can't find my family, here
I can hardly lift my head
There are caverns in the earth and there are angry gods in the heavens
So much chaos here

I expect to feel more pain, but somehow it's being leeched out of me and transformed. I start to get angry, and then it's gone. I start to struggle, and then I immediately forget why I am struggling.

I am jealous of the world for being angry. I cannot feel anything.

There is very little color in this dream that I can remember. Shredded posters on the remaining wall of a low building - rusted red, like dried blood. Yellow, indanthrone, striped across in headlines, probably some band played there once. There's absolutely no music now. There's almost nothing.



must have paid the real world a visit!!
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The instant I saw someone mention the E Major triad, I tried it, and it didn't work. Maybe I put it in wrong. I got out my oud music theory books and started trying all kinds of terms, to no avail.

The thing about the five walls, might actually be a lead...

"The allegory of belief [iman] is that of a land that has five walls – al-Hajjawi said in its commentary: It is said that the allegory of belief is that of a land that has five walls. The first wall [the innermost wall] made from gold, the second from silver, the third from iron, the forth from cooked clay [aajurr], and the fifth [the outermost wall] from brick. As long as the people of the brick wall are diligent in protecting the brick, the enemy does not aspire [destroying] the second; but if they neglect this [brick wall], they will aspire for the second and then the third, until they demolish all of the walls. And like belief [iman] has five walls: certainty, then sincerity, then performing what is obligatory, then the recommended [sunan], and then refined behavior [aadab]. As long as one holds to and is diligent with having refined behavior, Satan does not scheme [to destroy] him. But if one forsakes refined behavior, Satan aspires to [destroying] the recommended works, then the obligatory, then sincerity, and then certainty."

I found that on this page http://mac.abc.se/home/onesr/h/253.html

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Wow, that's very cool, whether it pertains to the game or not.

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It would certainly help explain "two times four times three times 5", which is actually the numbers 2 to 5 in a wierd order.

Only the inner wall is unbreached.

Another thing bugging me...

Quote:
those rounds those squares those angles this chair my love and you - there could be a place a place a place here


Now it might be Dina's wierd writing style, but this sounds to me like it's describing something. At first I just took it for an abstract view of the surroundings, but could it be more?

It could almost be describing letters or numbers; Rounds, Squares, a letter 'h' looks a bit like a chair. But what would a square letter be? 'E', 'H'?

'U' is a little bit square, 'YOU' contains a round letter a square letter(ish) and some angles.

Is any of this making sense?

And why say "a place" three times? more artistic style?

And there's more
Quote:
her
her
her
him
me
alone

More "style"? or are we talking about five people? Three Hers, a him and the observer. Hardly alone with four other people in the room Very Happy

Or is that same repetition significant?
Quote:
...clinging to that rock face, sisyphus and and prometheus

The double "and" a typo? It's certainly a common mistake.
And do we ignore the fact that sisyphus didn't actually cling to a rock, he pushed one up a hill?
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Marl64 wrote:
Quote:
her
her
her
him
me
alone

More "style"? or are we talking about five people? Three Hers, a him and the observer. Hardly alone with four other people in the room Very Happy

Or is that same repetition significant?


What interests me about that quote is that we don't have very many female characters with a connection to Dina/Sylvia. What "her" could she be referring to? The only ones I can think of:
The girl in the pic with Jesse
The woman in the Agent Encounter pic...Katherine?
Also, if Dina is really Avery's ex as the wild spec goes, then she would have known Beth.
I don't know, there's a lot in those writings that I don't understand...

Dina wrote:
what we didn't want to do was start over what we didn't want to do was let someone else make our decisions for us what we didn't want was an extra side of apathy with our order and oh ethan how we tried, we tried so hard to remember clinging to that rock face, sisyphus and and prometheus both how we loved and lost and won the battle lost the war


Marl64, I think the "clinging to that rock face" doesn't necessarily refer to Sisyphus and Prometheus so much as Dina and Ethan...I don't know, does anyone else find these secret writings really disturbing? I almost don't want to analyse them because they bother me...whoever wrote them (er, I mean Dina) did a fantastic job of getting across that sense of desperation and panic. It's so emotional...

What I was going to say about the above quote was...it sounds to me that Sylvia and Ryan knew that they were getting into something dangerous. It sounds like they wanted to discover the truth. She said they didn't want apathy or for someone else to make their decisions for them...meaning that they wanted to take control of their lives, and if they had discovered that there was something wrong with the world, they would have wanted to do something about it.
I wonder what the "battle" was that they won...
Sisyphus and Prometheus both...what could that mean? Sisyphus was punished with a never-ending and hopeless task, and Prometheus was chained and made to endure eternal pain, right? So now the Nekodas' lives are filled with pointlessness and the pain of past memories? Is that it? Or is she talking about the past, before the memory erasure?

Actually, wait a sec, what is up with this line? "we tried so hard to remember clinging to that rock face" They tried to remember, tried in the past tense? When was this? Have their memories been erased before? I thought the returning memories and realization of what has happened was a new development. Would this be before their memories were erased? Would they have had some way of knowing the specific dangers that they faced when they got involved in whatever they were doing? That would certainly explain why Ryan distributed those disks.

Ah, I am so confused. I really feel like I sympathize with these characters, and I want to know what happened to them!

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what we didn't want to do was start over what we didn't want to do was let someone else make our decisions for us what we didn't want was an extra side of apathy with our order and oh ethan how we tried, we tried so hard to remember clinging to that rock face, sisyphus and and prometheus both how we loved and lost and won the battle lost the war


My analysis:

Dina says that she and Ethan are both Sisyphus and Prometheus. Sisyphus, in my opinion, links back to "what we didn't want to do was start over." She feels condemned to an eternal repetition: her life has effectively been restarted, with all progress she made lost. Now she and Ethan have to expend incredibly effort just to get back to where they were before. Like Sisyphus, they cannot make progress because they must retrace their steps.

The Prometheus reference is particularly interesting, because it might merely be referring to their suffering, but it might also refer to why they are being punished: for distributing knowledge of things they were not supposed to know.

"what we didn't want to do was let someone else make our decisions for us what we didn't want was an extra side of apathy with our order"

She and Ethan did not want this blank slate. They didn't want to sink into complacency, but that is what happened without their memories. Which is why they "tried so hard to remember clinging to that rock face." Linking this with the Sisyphus image, they are trying to remember the task they were attempting to complete because they cared about it then.

"both how we loved and lost and won the battle lost the war"
This is a very eerie line. "Loved and lost" could refer to any or all of several things: their previous lives, eachother, their task, or Jesse. "won the battle lost the war" probably refers to what they discovered and how they no longer have access to it.

The general dreamlike quality of the paragraph is enhanced by the sudden shifts in register: Dina goes from a reference to fast food, "a side of apathy" to references to greek mythology. These sorts of shifts tend to occur most often in dreams.

Or in people traumatized by a heavy intake of culture.

Damn you, IB Literature.

Maybe more later.

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I really don't like to equate anything that's going on in this ARG with the trilogy, and i know most of us on here are trying to put that completely out of our minds. But these dream journals of Dina's are so hard to ignore.

The first dream she talked about, with the broken pavement, tunnels inthe earth, etc... how much does that sound like the matrix just before it was rebooted in Revolutions? She's feeling angry, upset, all those things (when everyone in the world is presumably Smith), and then suddenly she isn't feeling that (when everyone is back to normal). Obviously, the experience is something that the machines would have had to wipe from minds across the world. But a mind more disconnected with the reality of the matrix could easier access the information. She just does it by way of a dream.

I think this dream is easily a first-hand account of The Matrix system beginning to fail at the end of Revolutions, just from the P.O.V. of a human inside The Matrix.

Of course, it probably doesn't mean much to this ARG. Blah.
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Cyfre, that's cool. I really like that interpretation...the Dina-sees-the-real-world theory had quite a few flaws that were bothering me. Only thing is...I'm going to put this in spoiler tags in case some people haven't seen Revolutions (and I think we should all do that outside of the Revolutions spoiler thread for now):
Spoiler (Rollover to View):
Why would there be Agents in this new version of the Matrix? Oh, actually, in Matrix Online there are supposed to be Agents, right? I have no idea why, but I guess that might not a flaw. Oh, actually, wait, there's a hole in the theory that I just noticed...if you go with that theory, then you have to start with the assumption that the PMs somehow knew how the trilogy would turn out. No, I don't want to start that debate again, I was just pointing out that you seem to be using this as a premise. That issue could maybe be bypassed by them simply having read some spoilers and one of the more accurate scriptments, I suppose. Nevertheless...it actually makes more sense to read the page this way. The flaws in the real world theory included these lines:

deserted concrete slabs and broken windows and blown-out cars
the smell of human decay, of dust and engine oil (debatable)
Shredded posters on the remaining wall of a low building - rusted red, like dried blood. Yellow, indanthrone, striped across in headlines, probably some band played there once.

There would be no reason for the real world to have any of that. However, if Dina is remembering the pre-reload Matrix (and why not, if she can remember other erased memories?), then the only line that doesn't entirely make sense is, "There are caverns in the earth."
These following lines suddenly become a lot cooler and more meaningful, though:

Apocalypse all around me
this is hate, seething, the after-math
the lightning, the electrical storm, it's gorgeous in a cinematic sort of way (yes, and wasn't it?Wink)
there are angry gods in the heavens (hee! almost literally!)


Er, that ended up being a lot more than one comment...anyway, my point is I like your theory...but I may be biased by the ridiculous degree to which I liked Revolutions. Mr. Green

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Out of this life every land is exile.


Oooookay. Perhaps I'm failing to get this, but could someone explain the significance of this sentence? Please?

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observation

"won the battle lost the war" - dina
http://dina.thenekodas.com/balladsoffrogs.html

"Outflank. Rush. Retreat. It's like chess or football..... some people don't get this game, but it's fascinating to me. Lose the battle, win the war." - caesar
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agents dont make sense...they try to kill neo, and yet the machines need neo in order to restart the matrix! lol

ive actually thought up a very long winded way to debunk what i just said...because i might of had to kill myself if there wasnt at least one way to explain why they do it.

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Toast wrote:
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Out of this life every land is exile.


Oooookay. Perhaps I'm failing to get this, but could someone explain the significance of this sentence? Please?


it could be refering to the fact that nothing can stack up to the symplistic lifestyle of the matrix and even if you dont leave the matrix but are only relocated it still isn't right, maybe its even refering to the realm of the real
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