[ WP ] A chess grandmaster has to lose a game in order to win prize money . The problem is , his opponent seems to be unable to win a game no matter how skewed .

He furrowed his brows. His greying hair glistened in the lights. His hand on his chin, his other supporting his elbow. 
 
 This was supposed to be checkmate in two. It was checkmate in two. This was checkmate in two for two. 
 
 He looked down at his own body, smartly dressed in Grey Suit. He wore the orange shirt, his tie just a silly chess pattern to add levity to the situation. There was no longer any levity. They were seventy moves in. 
 
 Did Rochmann know that one could be forced to capture another's Queen? How many times did that happen? Each one daring the other to take their pawns. Putting the rooks right in front of Bishops. Knights were placed within reach of the King. Bishops were stopped just short of capturing pawns. 
 
 `` Check'' declared the main in the plain black suit. 
 
 There was a bishop now putting his king in Check, and his King could n't move. Rochmann had a moment of elation followed by one of sober realization. The sober realization that his rook was sitting in front of that bishop like a hungry dog. He could feel the piece salivating. Unfortunately, just beyond the White Bishop was the King, like a plate of seconds at the buffet, nestled at the corner of the board betwixt a rook and a pawn cutting off a diagonal juke. There was only forward for that King to move, but it would n't get the opportunity to move like that. No, first the dog had to eat. 
 
 Rochmann steadied his glasses. He moved the rook and declared it. 
 
 `` Checkmate.'' 
 
 Funny, Rochmann never thought he would ever regret saying those words against an opponent. However, today was different. This was a specialty match for sure. It involved a a bit of backwards thinking, but Rochmann prepared. He had studied for this match. He knew how to protect his pieces and for the past three weeks, he had studied how to prepare his pieces for capture. 
 
 Unfortunately, though his mental acuity was as sharp as ever, so were the processing units in that computer. Perhaps the time for human chess players was over. It had been a while since a chess player could win on purpose against a computer. Now, they ca n't even lose.
