Great Players: Tianji Chess Game

The proposition of this book is "When the rationality that human beings are proud of is crushed into powder by machines, why should the imperfect, incomplete, and even pathological things in us be worth defending?" Chu Guohe is a low-class young man who is chased and bitten by the precursors of schizophrenia. His chessboard is used to survive - only when he is extremely focused on playing chess, the blood seeping from the walls and the peeling features on the faces of passers-by will temporarily disappear. His chess moves were made by wild dogs when they were extremely hungry. The tone of this book is cold yet hot - what is cold is the era: AI has turned the chess world into a huge computing meat grinder, with capital manipulation and draw games rampant, and human chess players seem to be running scores for machines; what is hot is people: the blind chess gambling under the overpass, the dark chess black market in the air-raid shelter, the fantasy of thousands of troops in the mind, these rough and fierce are the sparks covered under the ashes. Warmth is restrained and stingy - it will not be spread extravagantly throughout a whole chapter, but it will burn you suddenly at a stall on a bridge in a heavy rain, in a stupid chess move, or in front of an opponent who swallows pills with an expressionless face.