Chess grandmaster hid an iPod touch in the bathroom to cheat during tournaments



  • Reply 41 of 64
    smaffeismaffei Posts: 222member

    Originally Posted by sog35 View Post


    I don't see any sense of having chess tournaments.  Computers destroy humans in chess.  

    You secretly desire to be one of those fat, pampered people on the spaceship in "Wall*E", don't you?

  • Reply 42 of 64
    thomprthompr Posts: 1,511member
    Originally Posted by sog35 View Post



    again you are totally missing the point.


    With baseball its not just about the ball getting hit far.  Its about the grace of movement.  The sweet swing.  The powerful motion of the pitcher.  The athsetics of the running and diving for a ball.  


    Are you seriously telling me chess has grace/power of movement?  Do you get a thrill seeing a chess player raise his hand and move a chess piece?  hell no.  Its 100% about the mind and computation.  Something a computer is way better at.

    Of all the inane opinions I have ever seen you express, Sog, this one that people should no longer compete against one another in chess is the most inane.  Yes, even professionally and at this level.



  • Reply 43 of 64
    thomprthompr Posts: 1,511member

    Originally Posted by sog35 View Post



    So why don't we have professional spelling bee's?


    It basically the same thing.


    Just keep digging that ditch of inanity, Sog.  Keep digging.

  • Reply 44 of 64
    thomprthompr Posts: 1,511member

    Originally Posted by BobJohnson View Post



    I don't really understand what point you're trying to make.


    Sog's only point seems to be "all redeemable qualities of professional chess are gone because (1) it is not in any way entertaining (to Sog) and (2) humans can't beat computers anyway, so what's the point"?


    If that seems vacuous to you, that's because it is.  So give up trying to understand.


    Definition of inane:  vapid, pointless, lack of substance

  • Reply 45 of 64

    Originally Posted by sog35 View Post


    my point is poker is a more difficult game for a computer to master than chess.


    Well, that's irrelevant to the debate we were having, but well spotted I guess.

  • Reply 46 of 64
    thomprthompr Posts: 1,511member
    Originally Posted by BobJohnson View Post



    Well, that's irrelevant to the debate we were having, but well spotted I guess.

    Nothing Sog is saying in any way supports the position that professional chess (between humans) should be done away with.  

  • Reply 47 of 64
    mdriftmeyermdriftmeyer Posts: 7,317member
    Hardly surprising really is it? :D

    If I recall correctly the computing power of the moon landing craft was < Apple][.

    And yet Blue Gene's AI capacity to have independent thinking with ``common sense'' is less than a fruit fly.
  • Reply 48 of 64
    thomprthompr Posts: 1,511member

    Let's break it down to this:


    Sog doesn't find watching a chess match entertaining.  Neither do I.  I would rather watch paint dry.  I also don't like watching NASCAR races or professional golf tournaments.


    But before Sog goes and enumerates all the differences between the potential entertainment value of a beautiful golf swing or a wonderfully successful maneuver in NASCAR (whatever they may be) as compared to waiting for a chess player to move a piece, or before (s)he points out the relative popularity of these things, allow me to make a far simpler point...


    Sog may not find watching chess to be entertaining.  I may not find chess to be entertaining.  The vast majority of people on planet Earth may not find chess entertaining.  But the very existence of chess tournaments as a professional endeavor is proof that enough people do find it entertaining to justify its existence.  That is unlikely to change just because a computer would win if it were allowed to compete.


    This is not the world according to Sog.  This is the world we live in.  Professional chess will end of its own accord if enough humans lose interest in watching it.  We don't need Sog's opinion to guide us.

  • Reply 49 of 64
    thomprthompr Posts: 1,511member
    Originally Posted by sog35 View Post



    I'm not saying humans should not play chess or compete in tournaments.  I'm just saying there really is no point to it, just like spelling bees...

    A market is either there, or it's not, Sog.  I doubt if anyone is out there subsidizing professional chess tournaments just because they get a kick out of it.  There is, apparently, a market.


    Getting back to your spelling bee analogy, I would assert that if professional spelling bees could garner as much revenue (even if just above break-even) as chess tournaments (as pitifully small as that amount may be relative to other entertainment markets) then we would have professional spelling bees as well.


    Face it.  There is a market, and you just don't understand why.

  • Reply 50 of 64
    dasanman69dasanman69 Posts: 12,985member
    bobjohnson wrote: »
    No, they're just better at thinking analytically and logically (two things a computer excels at, by the by) than the majority of their opponents. Let's not forget that a foundational component of poker strategy is mentally calculating the odds of the draw (something else that computers excel at.) 

    Except that humans can skirt logic, and play a strong hand weakly, and a weak hand strongly.
  • Reply 51 of 64
    analogjackanalogjack Posts: 1,071member

    Time to admit that chess has been taken over by computers and move on to the crème de la crème of board games; Go, pronounced 'goh'.


    Three rules, pieces are all the same, and nothing moves. Makes chess look like tiddlywinks. And excellent free clients for mac and ios too.


  • Reply 52 of 64

    Originally Posted by AnalogJack View Post


    Time to admit that chess has been taken over by computers and move on to the crème de la crème of board games; Go, pronounced 'goh'.


    Three rules, pieces are all the same, and nothing moves. Makes chess look like tiddlywinks. And excellent free clients for mac and ios too.



    I was going to mention Go - You certainly wouldn't want to use a Go program to give you moves, you'd get eaten alive by Professional Go players. Computers still have a fair way to go to even get close to humans here...


    btw Analog - I'm in BrisVegas too - Do you play Go with a club?

  • Reply 53 of 64
    jlanddjlandd Posts: 873member
    thompr wrote: »
    bobjohnson wrote: »

    Well, that's irrelevant to the debate we were having, but well spotted I guess.
    Nothing Sog is saying in any way supports the position that professional chess (between humans) should be done away with.  

    Yeah, it stopped being an actual discussion a few posts down the road, being that no one can figure out what the connection of that is. I can't do for the life of me figure out what the fact that a computer does x better has to do with the validity of a competition between humans doing x.
  • Reply 54 of 64
    tallest skiltallest skil Posts: 43,399member
    Originally Posted by sog35 View Post

    I dont see any sense teaching humans how to do mathematics up to and including first order predicate calculus, manufacture items, work materials, navigate, control machinery, or operate. Computers destroy humans in mathematics up to and including first order predicate calculus, the manufacture of items, the working of materials, navigation, controlling machinery, and operating.

    A long read, but I think it’d serve well. And yes, I understand the original purpose of the story.

     Jehan Shuman was used to dealing with the men in authority on long-embattled earth. He was only a civilian but he originated programming patterns that resulted in self-directing war computers of the highest sort. Generals, consequently listened to him. Heads of congressional committees too.

    There was one of each in the special lounge of New Pentagon. General Weider was space-burned and had a small mouth puckered almost into a cipher. He smoked Denebian tobacco with the air of one whose patriotism was so notorious, he could be allowed such liberties.

    Shuman, tall, distinguished, and Programmer-first-class, faced them fearlessly.

    He said, "This, gentlemen, is Myron Aub."

    "The one with the unusual gift that you discovered quite by accident," said Congressman Brant placidly. "Ah." He inspected the little man with the egg-bald head with amiable curiosity.

    The little man, in return, twisted the fingers of his hands anxiously. He had never been near such great men before. He was only an aging low-grade technician who had long ago failed all tests designed to smoke out the gifted ones among mankind and had settled into the rut of unskilled labor. There was just this hobby of his that the great Programmer had found out about and was now making such a frightening fuss over.

    General Weider said, "I find this atmosphere of mystery childish."

    "You won't in a moment," said Shuman. "This is not something we can leak to the firstcomer. Aub!" There was something imperative about his manner of biting off that one-syllable name, but then he was a great Programmer speaking to a mere technician. "Aub! How much is nine times seven?"

    Aub hesitated a moment. His pale eyes glimmered with a feeble anxiety. 

    "Sixty-three," he said.

    Congressman Brant lifted his eyebrows. "Is that right?"

    "Check it for yourself, Congressman."

    The congressman took out his pocket computer, nudged the milled edges twice, looked at its face as it lay there in the palm of his hand, and put it back. He said, "Is this the gift you brought us here to demonstrate. An illusionist?"

    "More than that, sir. Aub has memorized a few operations and with them he computes on paper."

    "A paper computer?" said the general. He looked pained.

    "No, sir," said Shuman patiently. "Not a paper computer. Simply a piece of paper. General, would you be so kind as to suggest a number?"

    "Seventeen," said the general.

    "And you, Congressman?"


    "Good! Aub, multiply those numbers, and please show the gentlemen your manner of doing it."

    "Yes, Programmer," said Aub, ducking his head. He fished a small pad out of one shirt pocket and an artist's hairline stylus out of the other. His forehead corrugated as he made painstaking marks on the paper.

    General Weider interrupted him sharply. "Let's see that."

    Aub passed him the paper, and Weider said, "Well, it looks like the figure seventeen."

    Congressman Brant nodded and said, "So it does, but I suppose anyone can copy figures off a computer. I think I could make a passable seventeen myself, even without practice."

    "If you will let Aub continue, gentlemen," said Shuman without heat.

    Aub continued, his hand trembling a little. Finally he said in a low voice, "The answer is three hundred and ninety-one."

    Congressman Brant took out his computer a second time and flicked it. "By Godfrey, so it is. How did he guess?"

    "No guess, Congressman," said Shuman. "He computed that result. He did it on this sheet of paper."

    "Humbug," said the general impatiently. "A computer is one thing and marks on a paper are another."

    "Explain, Aub," said Shuman.

    "Yes, Programmer. Well, gentlemen, I write down seventeen, and just underneath it I write twenty-three. Next I say to myself: seven times three -"

    The congressman interrupted smoothly, "Now, Aub, the problem is seventeen times twenty-three."

    "Yes, I know," said the little technician earnestly, "but I start by saying seven times three because that's the way it works. Now seven times three is twenty-one."

    "And how do you know that?" asked the congressman.

    "I just remember it. It's always twenty-one on the computer. I've checked it any number of times."

    "That doesn't mean it always will be, though, does it?" said the congressman.

    "Maybe not," stammered Aub. "I'm not a mathematician. But I always get the right answers, you see."

    "Go on."

    "Seven times three is twenty-one, so I write down twenty-one. Then one times three is three, so I write down three under the two of twenty-one."

    "Why under the two?" asked Congressman Brant at once.

    "Because - " Aub looked helplessly at his superior for support. "It's difficult to explain."

    Shuman said, "If you will accept his work for the moment, we can leave the details for the mathematicians."

    Brant subsided.

    Aub said, "Three plus two makes five, you see, so the twenty- one becomes a fifty-one. Now you let that go for a while and start fresh. You multiply seven and two, that's fourteen, and one and two, that's two. Put them down like this and it adds up to thirty-four. Now if you put the thirty-four under the fifty-one this way and add them, you get three hundred and ninety-one, and that's the answer."

    There was an instant's silence and then General Weider said, "I don't believe it. He goes through this rigmarole and makes up numbers and multiplies and adds them this way and that, but I don't believe it. It's too complicated to be anything but horn-swoggling."

    "Oh no, sir," said Aub in a sweat. "It only seems complicated because you're not used to it. Actually the rules are quite simple and will work for any numbers."

    "Any numbers, eh?" said the general. "Come, then." He took out his own computer (a severely styled GI model) and struck it at random. "Make a five seven three eight on the paper. That's five thousand seven hundred and thirty-eight."

    "Yes, sir," said Aub, taking a new sheet of paper.

    "Now" - more punching of his computer - "seven two three nine. Seven thousand two hundred and thirty-nine."

    "Yes, sir."

    "And now multiply those two."

    "It will take some time," quavered Aub.

    "Take the time," said the general.

    "Go ahead, Aub," said Shuman crisply.

    Aub set to work, bending low. He took another sheet of paper and another. The general took out his watch finally and stared at it. "Are you through with your magic-making, Technician?"

    "I'm almost done, sir. Here it is, sir. Forty-one million, five hundred and thirty-seven thousand, three hundred and eighty-two." He showed the scrawled figures of the result.

    General Weider smiled bitterly. He pushed the multiplication contact on his computer and let the numbers whirl to a halt. And then he stared and said in a surprised squeak, "Great Galaxy, the fella's right."

    The President of the Terrestrial Federation had grown haggard in office and, in private, he allowed a look of settled melancholy to appear on his sensitive features. The Denebian War, after its early start of vast movement and great popularity, had trickled down into a sordid matter of maneuver and counter-maneuver, with discontent rising steadily on earth. Possibly, it was rising on Deneb, too.

    And now Congressman Brant, head of the important Committee on Military Appropriations, was cheerfully and smoothly spending his half-hour appointment spouting nonsense.

    "Computing without a computer," said the president impatiently, "is a contradiction in terms."

    "Computing," said the congressman, "is only a system for handling data. A machine might do it, or the human brain might. Let me give you an example." And, using the new skills he had learned, he worked out sums and products until the president, despite himself, grew interested.

    "Does this always work?"

    "Every time, Mr. President. It is foolproof."

    "Is it hard to learn?"

    "It took me a week to get the real hang of it. I think you would do better."

    "Well," said the president, considering, "it's an interesting parlor game, but what is the use of it?"

    "What is the use of a newborn baby, Mr. President? At the moment there is no use, but don't you see that this points the way toward liberation from the machine. Consider, Mr. President" - the congressman rose and his deep voice automatically took on some of the cadences he used in public debate - "that the Denebian War is a war of computer against computer. Their computers forge an impenetrable shield of countermissiles against our missiles, and ours forge one against theirs. If we advance the efficiency of our computers, so do they theirs, and for five years a precarious and profitless balance has existed.

    "Now we have in our hands a method for going beyond the computed, leapfrogging it, passing through it. We will combine the mechanics of computation with human thought; we will have the equivalent of intelligent computers, billions of them. I can't predict what the consequences will be in detail, but they will be incalculable. And if Deneb beats us to the punch, they may be unimaginably catastrophic."

    The president said, troubled, "What would you have me do?"

    "Put the power of the administration behind the establishment of a secret project on human computation. Call it Project Number, if you like. I can vouch for my committee, but I will need the administration behind me."

    "But how far can human computation go?"

    "There is no limit. According to Programmer Shuman, who first introduced me to this discovery - "

    "I've heard of Shuman, of course."

    "Yes. Well, Dr. Shuman tells me that in theory there is nothing the computer can do that the human mind cannot do. The computer merely takes a finite amount of data and performs a finite amount of operations on them. The human mind can duplicate the process."

    The president considered that. He said, "If Shuman says this, I am inclined to believe him - in theory. But, in practice, how can anyone know how a computer works?"

    Brant laughed genially. "Well, Mr. President, I asked the same question. It seems that at one time computers were designed directly by human beings. Those were simple computers, of course, this being before the time of the rational use of computers to design more advanced computers had been established."

    "Yes, yes. Go on."

    "Technician Aub apparently had, as his hobby, the reconstruction of some of these ancient devices, and in so doing he studied the details of their workings and found he could imitate them. The multiplication I just performed for you is an imitation of the workings of a computer."


    The congressman coughed gently. "If I may make another point, Mr. President - the further we can develop this thing, the more we can divert our federal effort from computer production and computer maintenance. As the human brain takes over, more of our energy can be directed into peacetime pursuits and the impingement of war on the ordinary man will be less. This will be most advantageous for the party in power, of course."

    "Ah," said the president, "I see your point. Well, sit down, Congressman, sit down. I want some time to think about this. But meanwhile, show me that multiplication trick again. Let's see if I can't catch the point of it."

    Programmer Shuman did not try to hurry matters. Loesser was conservative, very conservative, and liked to deal with computers as his father and grandfather had. Still, he controlled the West European computer combine, and if he could be persuaded to join Project Number in full enthusiasm, a great deal would be accomplished.

    But Loesser was holding back. He said, "I'm not sure I like the idea of relaxing our hold on computers. The human mind is a capricious thing. The computer will give the same answer to the same problem each time. What guarantee have we that the human mind will do the same?"

    "The human mind, Computer Loesser, only manipulates facts. It doesn't matter whether the human mind or a machine does it. They are just tools."

    "Yes, yes. I've gone over your ingenious demonstration that the mind can duplicate the computer, but it seems to me a little in the air. I'll grant the theory, but what reason have we for thinking that theory can be converted to practice?"

    "I think we have reason, sir. After all, computers have not always existed. The cavemen with their triremes, stone axes, and railroads had no computers."

    "And possibly they did not compute."

    "You know better than that. Even the building of a railroad or a ziggurat called for some computing, and that must have been without computers as we know them."

    "Do you suggest they computed in the fashion you demonstrate?"

    "Probably not. After all, this method - we call it 'graphitics,' by the way, from the old European word 'grapho,' meaning 'to write' - is developed from the computers themselves, so it cannot have antedated them. Still, the cave men must have had some method, eh?"

    "Lost arts! If you're going to talk about lost arts - "

    "No, no. I'm not a lost art enthusiast, though I don't say there may not be some. After all, man was eating grain before hydroponics, and if the primitives ate grain, they must have grown it in soil. What else could they have done?"

    "I don't know, but I'll believe in soil growing when I see someone grow grain in soil. And I'll believe in making fire by rubbing two pieces of flint together when I see that too."

    Shuman grew placative. "Well, let's stick to graphitics. It's just part of the process of etherealization. Transportation by means of bulky contrivances is giving way to mass transference. Communications devices become less massive and more efficient constantly. For that matter, compare your pocket computer with the massive jobs of a thousand years ago. Why not, then, the last step of doing away with computers altogether? Come, sir, Project Number is a going concern; progress is already headlong. But we want your help. If patriotism doesn't move you, consider the intellectual adventure involved."

    Loesser said skeptically, "What progress? What can you do beyond multiplication? Can you integrate a transcendental function?"

    "In time, sir. In time. In the last month, I have learned to handle division. I can determine, and correctly, integral quotients and decimal quotients."

    "Decimal quotients? To how many places?"

    Programmer Shuman tried to keep his tone casual. "Any number!"

    Loesser's jaw dropped. "Without a computer?"

    "Set me a problem."

    "Divide twenty-seven by thirteen. Take it to six places."

    Five minutes later Shuman said, "Two point oh seven six nine two three."

    Loesser checked it. "Well, now, that's amazing. Multiplication didn't impress me too much because it involved integers, after all, and I thought trick manipulation might do it. But decimals - "

    "And that is not all. There is a new development that is, so far, top secret and which, strictly speaking, I ought not to mention. Still - we may have made a break-through on the square root front."

    "Square roots?"

    "It involves some tricky points and we haven't licked the bugs yet, but Technician Aub, the man who invented the science and who has amazing intuition in connection with it, maintains he has the problem almost solved. And he is only a technician. A man like yourself, a trained and talented mathematician, ought to have no difficulty."

    "Square roots," muttered Loesser, attracted.

    "Cube roots, too. Are you with us?"

    Loesser's hand thrust out suddenly. "Count me in."

    General Weider stumped his way back and forth at the head of the room and addressed his listeners after the fashion of a savage teacher facing a group of recalcitrant students. It made no difference to the general that they were the civilian scientists heading Project Number. The general was over-all head, and he so considered himself at every waking moment.

    He said, "Now square roots are fine. I can't do them myself and I don't understand the methods, but they're fine. Still, the project will not be sidetracked into what some of you call the fundamentals. You can play with graphitics any way you want to after the war is over, but right now we have specific and very practical problems to solve."

    In a far corner Technician Aub listened with painful attention. He was no longer a technician, of course, having been relieved of his duties and assigned to the project, with a fine-sounding title and good pay. But, of course, the social distinction remained, and the highly placed scientific leaders could never bring themselves to admit him to their ranks on a footing of equality. Nor, to do Aub justice, did he, himself, wish it. He was as uncomfortable with them as they with him.

    The general was saying, "Our goal is a simple one, gentlemen - the replacement of the computer. A ship that can navigate space without a computer on board can be constructed in one fifth the time and at one tenth the expense of a computer-laden ship. We could build fleets five times, ten times, as great as Deneb could if we could but eliminate the computer.

    "And I see something even beyond this. It may be fantastic now, a mere dream, but in the future I see the manned missile!"

    There was an instant murmur from the audience.

    The general drove on. "At the present time our chief bottleneck is the fact that missiles are limited in intelligence. The computer controlling them can only be so large, and for that reason they can meet the changing nature of anti-missile defenses in an unsatisfactory way. Few missiles, if any, accomplish their goal, and missile warfare is coming to a dead end, for the enemy, fortunately, as well as for ourselves.

    "On the other hand, a missile with a man or two within, controlling flight by graphitics, would be lighter, more mobile, more intelligent. It would give us a lead that might well mean the margin of victory. Besides which, gentlemen, the exigencies of war compel us to remember one thing. A man is much more dispensable than a computer. Manned missiles could be launched in numbers and under circumstances that no good general would care to undertake as far as computer-directed missiles are concerned . . ."

    He said much more, but Technician Aub did not wait.

    Technician Aub, in the privacy of his quarters, labored long over the note he was leaving behind. It read finally as follows:

    "When I began the study of what is now called graphitics, it was no more than a hobby. I saw no more in it than an interesting amusement, an exercise of mind.

    "When Project Number began, I thought that others were wiser than I, that graphitics might be put to practical use as a benefit to mankind, to aid in the production of really practical mass-transference devices perhaps. But now I see it is to be used only for death and destruction.

    "I cannot face the responsibility involved in having invented graphitics."

    He then deliberately turned the focus of a protein depolarizer on himself and fell instantly and painlessly dead.

    They stood over the grave of the little technician while tribute was paid to the greatness of his discovery.

    Programmer Shuman bowed his head along with the rest of them but remained unmoved. The technician had done his share and was no longer needed, after all. He might have started graphitics, but now that it had started, it would carry on by itself overwhelmingly, triumphantly, until manned missiles were possible with who knew what else.

    Nine times seven, thought Shuman with deep satisfaction, is sixty-three, and I don't need a computer to tell me so. The computer is in my own head.

    And it was amazing the feeling of power that gave him.

  • Reply 55 of 64
    sog35 said, "I don't see any sense of having chess tournaments. Computers destroy humans in chess."

    Cars move faster than people, so not track & field, no Tour De France?

  • Reply 56 of 64
    irun262irun262 Posts: 121member
    sog35 wrote: »
    not even close to the same thing.

    For the olympics its about the form and the grace of the action.  In chess its 100% about the mind and computation.  No one goes to a chess match to see someone make graceful and powerful gestures with their hands.  Its 100% about the mind.

    With sports its about the movement, flow, athsetics, ect.

    Chess play is often considered creative. That's more than pure computational skill.
  • Reply 57 of 64
    irun262irun262 Posts: 121member
    aelegg wrote: »
    That is so funny.  Did anyone see that the design team spent over a year on what the watch buzzes should feel like? 
    What does a text "feel" like?  What does a phonecall "feel" like?  "Less metallic feeling!"  "More organic feeling!"
         [Side comment:  Our 2009 Al Macbook (not Pro) has the glass trackpad.  I read they worked 3 months on just the texture].

    So you pick up a chess piece that's a bad move and get a tiny Zap:  BZZZT!

    Then pick up a better piece and get a soft bzzzzz

    Best Piece:  Shshshshsaaaaaahhhhhhyeeeeesssss.

    Still chuckling.  Thanks for the laugh.

    That's hilarious.

    Sorry, but generally in chess tournament rules, once you touch a piece, you are obligated to move it.
  • Reply 58 of 64
    sog35 wrote: »
    LOL.  Spoken like someone who does not play Poker much.  Tell poker pro's who rake in millions a year that its just a game of chance.  Poker is a game of chance, probability, instinct, intuition, and guts.  A human player would be able to crush a computer in poker because the computer won't know how to bluff or know how to read a players patters/tells/style of play.

    bluff is part of poker because one can't play perfectly, a well learned computer can beat humans in poker for they play perfectly, all the time, negating the need to bluff.

    humans fear AIs yet routinely under-estimates them, it illustrates the intrinsic flaw of the "human element"
  • Reply 59 of 64
    dasanman69dasanman69 Posts: 12,985member
    reiszrie wrote: »
    bluff is part of poker because one can't play perfectly, a well learned computer can beat humans in poker for they play perfectly, all the time, negating the need to bluff.

    humans fear AIs yet routinely under-estimates them, it illustrates the intrinsic flaw of the "human element"

    Since there's a good amount of luck involved there's absolutely no way to play poker perfectly. The odds aren't so complex that a human cannot play just as well as a computer.
  • Reply 60 of 64
    asciiascii Posts: 5,941member
    Originally Posted by sog35 View Post


    IMO, they should change the rules to chess to Chess 960.  


    Chess960 (or Fischer Random Chess) is a variant of chess invented and advocated by former World Chess Champion Bobby Fischer, publicly announced on June 19, 1996 in Buenos AiresArgentina. It employs the same board and pieces as standard chess; however, the starting position of the pieces on the players' home ranks is randomized. The name "Chess960" is derived from the number of possible starting positions. The random setup renders the prospect of obtaining an advantage through the memorization ofopening lines impracticable, compelling players to rely on their talent and creativity.


    I don't think that would throw a computer, because they work by brute forcing the search space, not by memorizing a catalog of good starting moves. 


    If you increase the search space you might start seeing humans beat computers again. For example make the board 12x12 instead of 8x8 and give each player 12 pawns, 4 knights and 4 bishops.


    The human, who works through pattern matching, will still be just as good after a bit of practice. But the computer has no real skill, it just uses raw computing power to look at every possible future board layout and pick the one that's best for it. But by making the board bigger, so that there's no time to look at all future layouts, you defeat this strategy.

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