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Mind reading won’t work on a bot. That’s just science.

You’re a mind reader, not a Game Genie.

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The true “gotcha” for this prompt is that a toddler could beat a 100 elo bot. I think if I let my cat walk on a chess board and translated those moves to the game against the bot, the cat would still win

Even if they didn’t, he can read the minds of anyone observing the match and use their ideas for moves. A bunch of other chess players watching this match? They’re thinking about all the possible moves, and he can just latch onto that EZ.

Even if he doesn’t win, he’ll have managed to keep his reputation as someone who can play chess at all.

Also, you would think that they've picked up on at least the rules and some basic strategies from the constant mind reading

Right? Just because you know their move doesn't mean you know how to counter it. You'd still have to know actual chess

im gonna be honest if youve climbed to the chess championships mind-reading other peoples thought processes and watching these games play out, youre absolutely going to be able to beat a 100 bot

Yeah. 100 is like. Toddler level.

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This prompt makes no sense tbh. You can’t be on the level of grand masters by reading their minds and not understand the basics of chess. Anyone who took 5 minutes to learn the bare minimum about chess would easily destroy a 100 elo bot

Honestly, probably better than even odds that random moves beat a 100 rating

Yeah, it’s mostly an exaggeration. I just wanted to have a player who everyone thinks can play chess be absolutely schooled by someone like Martin, and this was the only way I could think of that happening.

The fact that a complicated series of if statements isn't a brain.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DpXy041BIlA

(note, though, that this is not the same elo scale as human participants, but it does show that it takes work to get down to 100)

This reminds me of a story of a creature that was really dumb but could foresee the future and survived by living only the future it liked most. I don't remember the name of the book.

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I was one of the greats of all time. An international chess champion, famed for my renowned ability to outclass any chess players. I was superb. I gained fame, money, and even all the guys and gals to boot. Celebrities flocked me, and they would tell me that I must be such an intelligent guy- with my master's degree. 

Such a degree I earned by reading off the minds of everyone else- the few brainy people that my university had. High school was no different, as was chess.

Think about it. Many people absolutely love chess in this day and age. Personally, I think it's incredibly stupid. Everyone who does thinks themselves to be a master strategist and manipulator, when all they do is make themselves look like pretentious edgelords, their insecurities on intelligence too big to smother. 

You see when I play chess, I pretend to marvel about the wonders of the game and I praise it highly. A bit rich coming from me, isn't it? I don't care if I come off as a hypocrite though; my chess games are just chess games within chess games, making moves to fool everyone into believing that I'm good at chess. Me, out of all people. Anyone can play chess.

Even a 100 rated bot.

It's impossible to read a bot's mind. Believe me, I've tried. Algorithms don't have that biological matter or motor or sensory nerves to process that chess information, so I can never tell what comes next. Bots are my greatest foe.

In my late forties, I was fooling about: drunk too, but not too intoxicated to spill my trade secret. Unfortunately, everyone else was drunk too. Celebrating my victory over the chess grand championships will do that to you. It will also spell disaster.

"Jim! Are you really that good at chess?"

Dave sneered at me, a contorted look of arrogance on his face. I took another swig of vodka.

"I'm not just good," I boasted to the crowds. "I'm the absolute best."

"Piss off! Could you even beat a 100 rated bot, while drunk?"

"Yeah." That was a lie, but winning against supposed geniuses will make you say incredibly strange things. "Challenge accepted."

Dave grinned, a smug look of challenge on his face, as he hastily clicked on his phone on something called Chess.com. Damn.

I didn't even know that was a thing. What kind of person would program and maintain that? It was chess.

No one around me had ever played chess so like me, they didn't know a lick of chess.

First move: I moved my pawn to E4. That was the standard move. That's what I figured from all my matches. Everyone wasn't even watching. Only Dave was, and even then, he was too busy chatting people up.

It was only when I moved one of my pawns, did he frown. "Why aren't you controlling the centre?" he asked, intrigued. "You're going to lose if you keep making moves like that."

And then I was down to a pawn and my own very king. If you're laughing at me right now, be warned that I was evenly matched. The fearsome bot had a lowly pawn and its king too. I couldn't tell if I was sweating from the night party, or the people around me belittling me with their scornful thoughts. It really did put me down. I was furious. But I couldn't show it, or I'd be outed as a fraud. Nor could I look like I was concentrating too hard.

David was an idiot, and I only spent time around him because he would give me the latest IPhone every now and then- weeks before official release. Was that why he knew about this strange thing, called Chess.com. It was an abomination. A beast from Hell. I didn't understand how being in the technology market automatically meant forcing me to fight an unreleased bot with a 100 rating. For crying out loud, he didn’t even work with these Chess.com programmers, did he? If I had battled the meddling Martin with his powerful 250 rating, I would have been crushed. Later I learned that canonically in this Chess.com universe, Dash the Reindeer is an "avid chess player and the Vice President of the North Pole Chess Club." He's a reindeer, not Magnus Carlsen.

Actually, maybe they were interchangeable. 

But the 100 rated bot was dumber than the fictional reindeer- and to be perfectly honest- so was I. The match had a time limit that sickened me horrifically. I had one minute left. The bot had seven minutes left.

"Why won't this move," I muttered furiously. "Just move. Stupid AI!"

As it turned out, I was more audible than I realised- and not slurring too much. I was actually very articulate that night apparently. Not very bright though.

"Are you really trying to sacrifice your king?" someone shouted incredulously.

"It's all part of my master plan," I forced myself to smirk, but my features melted into a grimace. They could see it. I could feel it- my own wilting confidence. "It's what grandmasters use to beat others. That's why there's a Netflix series named after it: The King's Gambit."

"Wait, but you're not doing an opening…"

No, she was quite right. I was being what I have always been: a failure. 

Deep breath. You can always say you had too much to drink.

. . .

Accidentally posted this from my alt first time around, my bad.

It's all about the thoughts of the people. All about their jealousy, their awe, that feeling that knows they're impressed by you, that people like you...and when you read minds, everyone likes you. Once you know what people want, you serve a purpose and are the life of the party.

I guess it was what led me to chess. Quiz games are too boring- when you're in a group of friends, most will know the answer. There's a reason poll the audience is usually one of the most surefire answers on Who Wants to Be A Millionaire (which I fucked around and won as a lark once.) Real sports are too hard- sure, I know what pitch the pitcher's throwing each time, but I still have to hit it. But chess? It's a war game, and as it was said, "Know your enemy and know yourself, and you need not fear a hundred battles."

So I played. And won.

And kept winning.

And kept winning. Soon, my friends said I was good at chess. They suggested I go to chess clubs.

And kept winning. Soon, local tournaments. And kept winning. And regional tournaments, and national tournaments, and now I stand here as the newest grandmaster.

I never really got the hang of the rules. Just read the other person's mind for what they plan to do next, what they're most afraid I'll do, and do it.

Finally, they offered me a big game against IBM's newest supercomputer. A big prize offer, a big deal...and with how many do it before, you can't NOT do it.

Shit. It's a bot. I hem, I haw, but the money's too good. The match is set.

I go into the room. The supercomputer is there, close to having broken chess, and I play it.

This is it. The moment of truth.

And then...the audience was in shock.

I CRUSHED the bot. Absolutely destroyed it. The first big win for a human against a supercomputer in decades. It was all over the news. The chess grandmaster who saved chess for humanity. AI fans were inconsolable, in shock. The programmers were apoplectic- they thought it was impossible I could win against a bot, but wipe the floor with the bot so badly that even reprogramming the AI would be hopeless; the whole supercomputer's chess mind was hopelessly broken. I felt bad for them as I heard their thoughts- they were some of IBM's best programmers, and I just ended their careers in an instant.

I have to feel for the people on the project. They did so much to help me.

After all, I may not be able to read the mind of a supercomputer, but I can damn sure read the minds of the people who programmed it and find out how to hack the program, can't I?