So, in my dreams, I’m pretending I’m Bobby Fisher (former world chess champion!).
I start with some classic moves. A pawn here, the knight, followed by a pawn.
The game goes on. The dark side is advancing. As I watch the black pieces converge, I’m confident! I can win this. I’ve got the best mind available to me. I’ve got the best computer program as my backup.
Well, only one. The game’s reason has been left off the board!
I’m playing without a king.