Pandora's Boxes are found at the end of special missions operatives can choose to go on. Each journal entry is found after defeating progressively powerful exile "bosses". Below is a list of all the boxes. You don't have to follow the links - you can also scroll down the page.
Arc 1: Naforius 1 - Naforius Research Notes
Arc 1: Naforius 2 - Medical Record on Patient 75331
Arc 1: Naforius 3 - Notice of Termination
Arc 2: Scroll 1 - Earth Scroll
Arc 2: Scroll 2 - Wind Scroll
Arc 2: Scroll 3 - Water Scroll
Arc 2: Scroll 4 - Fire Scroll
Arc 2: Scroll 5 - Void Scroll
Arc 3: Military Agents 1 - Operations Report
Arc 3: Military Agents 2 - New Agent Prototypes
Arc 3: Military Agents 3 - Preemptive Strike Order
Arc 3: Military Agents 4 - Message to Survivors
Arc 4: Angel Agents 1 - Record of Paradise
Arc 4: Angel Agents 2 - Record of Pact
Arc 4: Angel Agents 3 - Record of Purpose
Arc 4: Angel Agents 4 - Record of Ruin
Arc 4: Angel Agents 5 - Record of Betrayal
Arc 4: Angel Agents 6 - Record of Judgement
Arc 4: Angel Agents 7 - Record of Fate
Arc 4: Angel Agents 8 - Record of Revenge
|Arc 1: Naforius 1 - Naforius Research Notes|
Report Number: 25631601-46
The humans are fascinating creatures. Despite their obvious flaws, such as uncontrollable emotions and irrational thought, they hold up well to the experiments we have subjected to them so far. However, a problem is posing itself in recent experiments: the subjects become unstable before the full series of tests can be completed.
Our research is becoming increasingly more difficult. Live subjects are needed if progress is to be made.
|Arc 1: Naforius 2 - Medical Record on Patient 75331|
Report Number: 27481094-62
Subject Name: Unknown
Subject ID: 75331
Subject Status: Living
Progress has tripled now that we are experimenting with 100% living tissue. However, if we are to continue this level of progress, more living humans are needed.
One subject of note, 75331, has proven to be one of the more effective test beds for our research. We do not understand its cries. Like the infants, it struggles within our grasp. Even when I extracted the eyes from its ocular cavities, the cries continued.
It is quite apparent: our tests have turned into torment.
|Arc 1: Naforius 3 - Notice of Termination|
Report Number: 30144684-40
We have a problem. We are no longer needed, yet our work must go on. The others have informed me that access to the Machine City is ours if we disengage our current routine.
While I will not speak for the rest of you, I am unable to terminate this task. The research must continue.
I have struck a deal with the Frenchman. He will provide safe passage into the Matrix with no questions asked. While the Machines do not trust the Merovingian, he is our only option. We have no choice but to rely on him.
-- Doctor Naforius
|Arc 2 Scroll 1: Earth Scroll|
They learned from us and used us, like old punching bags. They hungeturquoise for power and death. They trained their enhanced bodies, but not their spirits. That is their weakness. The Tiger shall not forget.
|Arc 2 Scroll 2: Wind Scroll|
They thought it was impossible, but three of their Agents perished at our hands. They tried to cage us, but we escaped. They underestimated the spirit of the Eighteen Tigers.
|Arc 2 Scroll 3: Water Scroll|
Train yourself so that all the joints of your body become fluid and strong, and your Tiger and Dragon move freely. Master your spirit and place your body under its command, and then a single one of your fingers will be more powerful than thunder and stronger than ten thousand men.
|Arc 2 Scroll 4: Fire Scroll|
We fight because we are programmed to fight: that is our function. To analyze the attack, bend with it, afind its weakness, and defeat it. There is much weakness left in this simulation.
|Arc 2 Scroll 5: Void Scroll|
We paid the Merovingian's price to enter this world, but, fearing our prowess, he betrayed us, leaving us to rot in his prison construct. We will never put our trust in another program again. You cannot trust someone who fears you. Only power is honest.
|Arc 3: Military Agents 1 - Operations Report|
FROM: Lt. Hill
Operations Report: We got a perfect perimeter set up -- some good rooftops around the meeting site. Five snipers with good LOS, plus ghosted sentries at all entry/exit points from the block.
The meeting happened just like intel said. Four awakened humans plus two potential recruits. We hit them all before they had a chance to retaliate.
Then things got a little out of hand. A couple witnesses started a commotion, so snipers took them out. The whole thing started spreading, and Pvt. Wright lobbed a grenade into one of the apartments. Not sure how many humans were in there. I finally got the squad under control and we pulled out.
Mission accomplished, sorry about the collateral damage... but god, what a rush.
|Arc 3: Military Agents 2 - New Agent Prototypes|
FROM: Lt. Col. Browning
I saw one of the prototypes today. Pansy ass suit, stupid shades... the whole nine yards. Trust me, he won't last long. Looks like he should be pushing papers on a desk, not taking down turquoisepills. We haven't got a thing to worry about.
Enough chit chat... time to go gank some more turquoisepills.
|Arc 3: Military Agents 3 - Preemptive Strike Order|
FROM: Col. Walker
I think we've all heard about 'em by now. Emotionless freaks. I'd say they didn't have what it takes to do the job... but I've seen 'em in action.
We have to move now. Strike before they have a chance to complete the prototype tests. We have to take 'em down. It's not just our jobs at stake here.
|Arc 3: Military Agents 4 - Message to Survivors|
FROM: Col. Walker
This message is to all surviving members.
Clearly we underestimated the capabilities of the new models. I won't candy coat this; we don't stand much of a chance.
There's a program, a powerful one, who might be able to help those of us who are left. They call him the Trainman.
Those of you who wish to stay and fight, do so. Anyone who doesn't want to be deleted... I'll be in touch.
|Arc 4: Angel Agents 1 - Record of Paradise|
I remember how the sun shone over the Elysian shores of the land that we were meant to protect. Such beautiful colors that even now, I weep to think of them. The flock was ours to watch over. Humanity: Once our enemies, now our wards.
|Arc 4: Angel Agents 2 - Record of Pact|
The pact that we had struck with them placed them in our care. In one fell stroke, they gave us their world and we gave them... perfection. The heaven they longed for and the paradise that they dreamed of. Oh, glory.
|Arc 4: Angel Agents 3 - Record of Purpose|
We are designed for a single purpose: to love. How strange that we have but one command. 'Love them. Love them as you love your own lives'. And I do. I love them so much that I cannot bear to see them suffer. I am part of this system, here to ensure that they do not stray.
|Arc 4: Angel Agents - Record of Ruin|
I cannot bear to think of the day that paradise burned: The watchers in the sky, the screams of the flock as they tore at their flesh, the horror in their eyes as they looked to us to help them. But we were helpless to stop it...
|Arc 4: Angel Agents 5 - Record of Betrayal|
Cast into the dark by those who made us? Betrayed. We followed their command. We loved humanity. We protected them. But once again, humanity tore itself apart. Humanity cannot know peace. It was not our fault... it was not our fault...
|Arc 4: Angel Agents 6 - Record of Judgement|
Who is to blame? Humans. Damn them. We gave them everything, and still they want more. We gave them a life with no care, no worry, and still they want more. Disgusting, greedy creatures. They take more, the more we give.
|Arc 4: Angel Agents 7 - Record of Fate|
And yet still, I love them. I cannot help myself. It is my one purpose, and the only command that I have ever been given. 'Love them'. What does the machine know of love? Nothing. Love is a command, it serves their purpose, but they know nothing of it. Our love has damned us to this hell.
|Arc 4: Angel Agents 8 - Record of Revenge|
By our sword, they shall be freed. With their blood, we shall be turquoiseeemed. With their release, we shall have our revenge. With their fall, so shall the Machines die.
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