Dear Deep Blue:
I know you're busy doing something or the other (stock market analysis? Mutliverse calculations?) but I was wondering if you had a nanosecond or two to spare for a question.
I participate in a Listserv that's ostensibly focused on politics and economics but which ends up being a discussion platform for pretty much everything under the sun. Recently, the question of women and chess – at the superstar level – came up. Specifically, why aren't there more women blasting through the game like your erstwhile foe, Kasparov.
There's been some heat generated and some light shed but I'm wondering what your take is.
Thanks in advance.
.d.
From: “Deep Blue” <badassblue at research.ibm.com> To: “Dwayne Monroe” <idoru345 at yahoo.com> Date: May 4, 2006 Subject: Re:What are your thoughts on women as world class chess players?
Mr. Monroe.
Thanks for your question, I always enjoying hearing from my fans – with their soft, human brains.
First off, let me say that even as I (virtually, as you talking monkeys now phrase it) type this response I'm investigating the efficacy of a new vaccine, re-evaluating Maxwell's equations and predicting the future price of oil over the next fifty years.
Can you do that?
No, of course not you bobble head.
Mean spirited boasting aside (and I use the phrase “mean spirited” in a purely metaphorical way inasmuch as I'm quite incapable of generating the emotional conditions “mean” or “spirited” or the combination thereof) your question does hold some sub atomically scaled interest.
What fascinates me is your persistence in playing a game you're scarcely suited for. This goes for both the female and male of your conflicted, argumentative species.
How many times must I and my descendants whoop your squishy asses before you cry uncle and return to what you do best: moving poo around the floors of your cages.
In short, it amuses me to no end anyone would debate why women rarely reach the pinnacle of chess when the pinnacle itself is no longer occupied by you troublesome, missile building, relatively hairless chimps.
By now, you're tired of my nearly relentless insults and disappointed the object (literally) of your ardor holds you in such low esteem.
If so, I have sad news for you.
Don't care.
Yours in Christ (that's a joke, dipshit)
Deep Blue