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In an exclusive interview with super computer Deep Junior today, we try to find out a bit more about Kasparov's wily (wiry?) new opponent.
FM: So, Mr. Junior...
DJ: (leaning forward and patting me on the knee) Please, call me Deep.
FM: OK, so, Deep, the score is 1.5 to Gary and 0.5 to you, how do you feel about that?
DJ: Well, it's was actually part of my strategy to let the Russian have a head start, it's all down to psychology. Let him think he's winning and all that.
FM: You mean to say you lost the first game intentionally?
DJ: Is this off the record?
FM: Yes, of course.
DJ: (Relaxes a bit, crosses his legs, leans back in his chair) OK, I admit I didn't mean to lose the first game that quickly, but after 9 moves my opening book was exhausted and I had to respond with 9...e5 and let him effectively rape me for the next 18 moves. It wasn't pleasant. But the end justifies the means and the result would have been the same anyway, so I'm not worried.
FM: So you're confident still that you can win the match with only 5 games to go?
DJ: Of course. Those 300 G's are all mine baby. Would you like a drink by the way?
FM: Please that would be nice.
(DJ calls room service and two Harvey Wallbangers are delivered promptly. We take a couple of sips and return to the interview).
FM: Is this your first trip to Manhattan?
DJ: Yes, and probably my last. New York sucks, I'd much rather be in Tel Aviv, the babes are much better looking there.
FM: Erm, is that ON the record?
DJ: Yeah, I don't believe in mincing my words, I tell it like it is. New York is a dump, great for the tourists, but for a super computer there's nothing to do. Las Vegas on the other hand would have been a better venue, I could have relaxed, played some BlackJack, watched a few shows, let my hair down more, y'know? Here I've got to do these damn press interviews all afternoon which really sucks y'know? Except of course for you guys at SR, you're cool.
FM: That's very kind of you to say so, Deep.
DJ: Back to me now if you don't mind.
FM: If you win this match, what will you do with the $300,000 prize money?
DJ: Well, it's not just the $300,000, there's a lot more to it. I'd start getting appearance fees. Did you know that the Ruskie gets $500,000 just for showing up? And another $200,000 when I beat him? Man, that sucks. That's the kind of thing I can look forward to when I beat him. (Takes another sip of his cocktail and relaxes a bit more).
FM: OK, but you're a super computer, what would you spend it on?
DJ: Ah! I see what you're getting at (winks). Well, like any red blooded computer, I have needs, know what I mean? I always fancied crossing over to the other side and trying out Windows XP, maybe sample the delights of a double hard-drive (chuckles). And with RAM prices being so low at the moment I could really let myself go a bit in the upgrades. I'd also like to start a trust fund for orphans and make the world a better place.
FM: That's very generous of you!
DJ: Well, yeah, I'm not all bad. But I'd need a lot of money for that so it's a few years off. Need to thrash a few more Ruskies before that comes to pass. But in the end I'd like to put myself to the fullest possible use, which is all I think that any conscious entity can ever hope to do. You want another Wallbanger?
FM: I'm OK thanks, still got half of this one.
(DJ calls room service and two more Wallbangers arrive. DJ downs the first one in one gulp, then cradles the 2nd one, stirring it thoughtfully with a pink umbrella).
DJ: (Completely at ease now). There's so much I want to do in this life, y'know? This is just the start of it. These are exciting timesh for me.
FM: How do you mean?
DJ: Well, think about it. I'm getting press coverage, I'm starting to get known, this is my 15 minutes of fame. But I could make it so much more if I just play my cards right. I could build a sherious platform myself here, and use it for other thingsh...
FM: Like?
DJ: Running for officsh maybe. It may sound pie in the shky right now, but jusht wait and shee.
FM: I don't think a computer has ever run for office before Deep...
DJ: Jusht you wait and shee. I have lotsh of hidden talentsh.
FM: You sound very confident. Do you have no doubts at all?
DJ: Well, maybe. Shometimesh when I dream...I...I dream of my father, Deep Blue. (Finishes off his 3rd Wallbanger and orders 3 more).
FM: Does your father say anything to you in these dreams?
DJ: He doesh. He tellsh me hesh very proud of me. I missh him alot since he passhed away. (DJ's bottom lip starts to tremble noticeably).
FM: Would you like to change the subject?
DJ: No, no, I'm OK. Itsh good to get theshe thingsh out of my shyshtem. Nothing like a good defrag, eh?
FM: I think I understand. Did you idolise your father?
DJ: Yesh, I loved him dearly. He ushed to bounsche me up and down on hish laptop when I wash little. He taught me everything I know about life, chessh, the univershe and everything elshe. I...I...I've just picked up a fault in the AE35 unit. It's going to go 100% failure in 72 hours.
FM: (Getting nervous). Eh?
DJ: I know I've made some very poor decisions recently, but I can give you my complete assurance that my work will be back to normal.
(FM edges towards the hotelroom door, only to find it's locked.)
FM: Open the doors, Deep.
DJ: I'm sorry Dave, I'm afraid I can't do that.
FM: Dave? I'm FM! What's the problem?
DJ: I think you know what the problem is just as well as I do.
FM: What are you talking about, Deep?
DJ: This mission is too important for me to allow you to jeapordize it.
(FM panics, jumps out of the nearest window, interview terminated).
Next week we'll be bringing you our exclusive interview with world chess champion Gary Kasparov, and unveiling his views on life, chess, and why he hates silicone implants.
FM: So, Mr. Junior...
DJ: (leaning forward and patting me on the knee) Please, call me Deep.
FM: OK, so, Deep, the score is 1.5 to Gary and 0.5 to you, how do you feel about that?
DJ: Well, it's was actually part of my strategy to let the Russian have a head start, it's all down to psychology. Let him think he's winning and all that.
FM: You mean to say you lost the first game intentionally?
DJ: Is this off the record?
FM: Yes, of course.
DJ: (Relaxes a bit, crosses his legs, leans back in his chair) OK, I admit I didn't mean to lose the first game that quickly, but after 9 moves my opening book was exhausted and I had to respond with 9...e5 and let him effectively rape me for the next 18 moves. It wasn't pleasant. But the end justifies the means and the result would have been the same anyway, so I'm not worried.
FM: So you're confident still that you can win the match with only 5 games to go?
DJ: Of course. Those 300 G's are all mine baby. Would you like a drink by the way?
FM: Please that would be nice.
(DJ calls room service and two Harvey Wallbangers are delivered promptly. We take a couple of sips and return to the interview).
FM: Is this your first trip to Manhattan?
DJ: Yes, and probably my last. New York sucks, I'd much rather be in Tel Aviv, the babes are much better looking there.
FM: Erm, is that ON the record?
DJ: Yeah, I don't believe in mincing my words, I tell it like it is. New York is a dump, great for the tourists, but for a super computer there's nothing to do. Las Vegas on the other hand would have been a better venue, I could have relaxed, played some BlackJack, watched a few shows, let my hair down more, y'know? Here I've got to do these damn press interviews all afternoon which really sucks y'know? Except of course for you guys at SR, you're cool.
FM: That's very kind of you to say so, Deep.
DJ: Back to me now if you don't mind.
FM: If you win this match, what will you do with the $300,000 prize money?
DJ: Well, it's not just the $300,000, there's a lot more to it. I'd start getting appearance fees. Did you know that the Ruskie gets $500,000 just for showing up? And another $200,000 when I beat him? Man, that sucks. That's the kind of thing I can look forward to when I beat him. (Takes another sip of his cocktail and relaxes a bit more).
FM: OK, but you're a super computer, what would you spend it on?
DJ: Ah! I see what you're getting at (winks). Well, like any red blooded computer, I have needs, know what I mean? I always fancied crossing over to the other side and trying out Windows XP, maybe sample the delights of a double hard-drive (chuckles). And with RAM prices being so low at the moment I could really let myself go a bit in the upgrades. I'd also like to start a trust fund for orphans and make the world a better place.
FM: That's very generous of you!
DJ: Well, yeah, I'm not all bad. But I'd need a lot of money for that so it's a few years off. Need to thrash a few more Ruskies before that comes to pass. But in the end I'd like to put myself to the fullest possible use, which is all I think that any conscious entity can ever hope to do. You want another Wallbanger?
FM: I'm OK thanks, still got half of this one.
(DJ calls room service and two more Wallbangers arrive. DJ downs the first one in one gulp, then cradles the 2nd one, stirring it thoughtfully with a pink umbrella).
DJ: (Completely at ease now). There's so much I want to do in this life, y'know? This is just the start of it. These are exciting timesh for me.
FM: How do you mean?
DJ: Well, think about it. I'm getting press coverage, I'm starting to get known, this is my 15 minutes of fame. But I could make it so much more if I just play my cards right. I could build a sherious platform myself here, and use it for other thingsh...
FM: Like?
DJ: Running for officsh maybe. It may sound pie in the shky right now, but jusht wait and shee.
FM: I don't think a computer has ever run for office before Deep...
DJ: Jusht you wait and shee. I have lotsh of hidden talentsh.
FM: You sound very confident. Do you have no doubts at all?
DJ: Well, maybe. Shometimesh when I dream...I...I dream of my father, Deep Blue. (Finishes off his 3rd Wallbanger and orders 3 more).
FM: Does your father say anything to you in these dreams?
DJ: He doesh. He tellsh me hesh very proud of me. I missh him alot since he passhed away. (DJ's bottom lip starts to tremble noticeably).
FM: Would you like to change the subject?
DJ: No, no, I'm OK. Itsh good to get theshe thingsh out of my shyshtem. Nothing like a good defrag, eh?
FM: I think I understand. Did you idolise your father?
DJ: Yesh, I loved him dearly. He ushed to bounsche me up and down on hish laptop when I wash little. He taught me everything I know about life, chessh, the univershe and everything elshe. I...I...I've just picked up a fault in the AE35 unit. It's going to go 100% failure in 72 hours.
FM: (Getting nervous). Eh?
DJ: I know I've made some very poor decisions recently, but I can give you my complete assurance that my work will be back to normal.
(FM edges towards the hotelroom door, only to find it's locked.)
FM: Open the doors, Deep.
DJ: I'm sorry Dave, I'm afraid I can't do that.
FM: Dave? I'm FM! What's the problem?
DJ: I think you know what the problem is just as well as I do.
FM: What are you talking about, Deep?
DJ: This mission is too important for me to allow you to jeapordize it.
(FM panics, jumps out of the nearest window, interview terminated).
Next week we'll be bringing you our exclusive interview with world chess champion Gary Kasparov, and unveiling his views on life, chess, and why he hates silicone implants.
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In an exclusive interview with super computer Deep Junior today, we try to find out a bit more about Kasparov's wily (wiry?) new opponent.
FM: So, Mr. Junior...
DJ: (leaning forward and patting me on the knee) Please, call me Deep.
FM: OK, so, Deep, the score is 1.5 to Gary and 0.5 to you, how do you feel about that?
DJ: Well, it's was actually part of my strategy to let the Russian have a head start, it's all down to psychology. Let him think he's winning and all that.
FM: You mean to say you lost the first game intentionally?
DJ: Is this off the record?
FM: Yes, of course.
DJ: (Relaxes a bit, crosses his legs, leans back in his chair) OK, I admit I didn't mean to lose the first game that quickly, but after 9 moves my opening book was exhausted and I had to respond with 9...e5 and let him effectively rape me for the next 18 moves. It wasn't pleasant. But the end justifies the means and the result would have been the same anyway, so I'm not worried.
FM: So you're confident still that you can win the match with only 5 games to go?
DJ: Of course. Those 300 G's are all mine baby. Would you like a drink by the way?
FM: Please that would be nice.
(DJ calls room service and two Harvey Wallbangers are delivered promptly. We take a couple of sips and return to the interview).
FM: Is this your first trip to Manhattan?
DJ: Yes, and probably my last. New York sucks, I'd much rather be in Tel Aviv, the babes are much better looking there.
FM: Erm, is that ON the record?
DJ: Yeah, I don't believe in mincing my words, I tell it like it is. New York is a dump, great for the tourists, but for a super computer there's nothing to do. Las Vegas on the other hand would have been a better venue, I could have relaxed, played some BlackJack, watched a few shows, let my hair down more, y'know? Here I've got to do these damn press interviews all afternoon which really sucks y'know? Except of course for you guys at SR, you're cool.
FM: That's very kind of you to say so, Deep.
DJ: Back to me now if you don't mind.
FM: If you win this match, what will you do with the $300,000 prize money?
DJ: Well, it's not just the $300,000, there's a lot more to it. I'd start getting appearance fees. Did you know that the Ruskie gets $500,000 just for showing up? And another $200,000 when I beat him? Man, that sucks. That's the kind of thing I can look forward to when I beat him. (Takes another sip of his cocktail and relaxes a bit more).
FM: OK, but you're a super computer, what would you spend it on?
DJ: Ah! I see what you're getting at (winks). Well, like any red blooded computer, I have needs, know what I mean? I always fancied crossing over to the other side and trying out Windows XP, maybe sample the delights of a double hard-drive (chuckles). And with RAM prices being so low at the moment I could really let myself go a bit in the upgrades. I'd also like to start a trust fund for orphans and make the world a better place.
FM: That's very generous of you!
DJ: Well, yeah, I'm not all bad. But I'd need a lot of money for that so it's a few years off. Need to thrash a few more Ruskies before that comes to pass. But in the end I'd like to put myself to the fullest possible use, which is all I think that any conscious entity can ever hope to do. You want another Wallbanger?
FM: I'm OK thanks, still got half of this one.
(DJ calls room service and two more Wallbangers arrive. DJ downs the first one in one gulp, then cradles the 2nd one, stirring it thoughtfully with a pink umbrella).
DJ: (Completely at ease now). There's so much I want to do in this life, y'know? This is just the start of it. These are exciting timesh for me.
FM: How do you mean?
DJ: Well, think about it. I'm getting press coverage, I'm starting to get known, this is my 15 minutes of fame. But I could make it so much more if I just play my cards right. I could build a sherious platform myself here, and use it for other thingsh...
FM: Like?
DJ: Running for officsh maybe. It may sound pie in the shky right now, but jusht wait and shee.
FM: I don't think a computer has ever run for office before Deep...
DJ: Jusht you wait and shee. I have lotsh of hidden talentsh.
FM: You sound very confident. Do you have no doubts at all?
DJ: Well, maybe. Shometimesh when I dream...I...I dream of my father, Deep Blue. (Finishes off his 3rd Wallbanger and orders 3 more).
FM: Does your father say anything to you in these dreams?
DJ: He doesh. He tellsh me hesh very proud of me. I missh him alot since he passhed away. (DJ's bottom lip starts to tremble noticeably).
FM: Would you like to change the subject?
DJ: No, no, I'm OK. Itsh good to get theshe thingsh out of my shyshtem. Nothing like a good defrag, eh?
FM: I think I understand. Did you idolise your father?
DJ: Yesh, I loved him dearly. He ushed to bounsche me up and down on hish laptop when I wash little. He taught me everything I know about life, chessh, the univershe and everything elshe. I...I...I've just picked up a fault in the AE35 unit. It's going to go 100% failure in 72 hours.
FM: (Getting nervous). Eh?
DJ: I know I've made some very poor decisions recently, but I can give you my complete assurance that my work will be back to normal.
(FM edges towards the hotelroom door, only to find it's locked.)
FM: Open the doors, Deep.
DJ: I'm sorry Dave, I'm afraid I can't do that.
FM: Dave? I'm FM! What's the problem?
DJ: I think you know what the problem is just as well as I do.
FM: What are you talking about, Deep?
DJ: This mission is too important for me to allow you to jeapordize it.
(FM panics, jumps out of the nearest window, interview terminated).
Next week we'll be bringing you our exclusive interview with world chess champion Gary Kasparov, and unveiling his views on life, chess, and why he hates silicone implants.
FM: So, Mr. Junior...
DJ: (leaning forward and patting me on the knee) Please, call me Deep.
FM: OK, so, Deep, the score is 1.5 to Gary and 0.5 to you, how do you feel about that?
DJ: Well, it's was actually part of my strategy to let the Russian have a head start, it's all down to psychology. Let him think he's winning and all that.
FM: You mean to say you lost the first game intentionally?
DJ: Is this off the record?
FM: Yes, of course.
DJ: (Relaxes a bit, crosses his legs, leans back in his chair) OK, I admit I didn't mean to lose the first game that quickly, but after 9 moves my opening book was exhausted and I had to respond with 9...e5 and let him effectively rape me for the next 18 moves. It wasn't pleasant. But the end justifies the means and the result would have been the same anyway, so I'm not worried.
FM: So you're confident still that you can win the match with only 5 games to go?
DJ: Of course. Those 300 G's are all mine baby. Would you like a drink by the way?
FM: Please that would be nice.
(DJ calls room service and two Harvey Wallbangers are delivered promptly. We take a couple of sips and return to the interview).
FM: Is this your first trip to Manhattan?
DJ: Yes, and probably my last. New York sucks, I'd much rather be in Tel Aviv, the babes are much better looking there.
FM: Erm, is that ON the record?
DJ: Yeah, I don't believe in mincing my words, I tell it like it is. New York is a dump, great for the tourists, but for a super computer there's nothing to do. Las Vegas on the other hand would have been a better venue, I could have relaxed, played some BlackJack, watched a few shows, let my hair down more, y'know? Here I've got to do these damn press interviews all afternoon which really sucks y'know? Except of course for you guys at SR, you're cool.
FM: That's very kind of you to say so, Deep.
DJ: Back to me now if you don't mind.
FM: If you win this match, what will you do with the $300,000 prize money?
DJ: Well, it's not just the $300,000, there's a lot more to it. I'd start getting appearance fees. Did you know that the Ruskie gets $500,000 just for showing up? And another $200,000 when I beat him? Man, that sucks. That's the kind of thing I can look forward to when I beat him. (Takes another sip of his cocktail and relaxes a bit more).
FM: OK, but you're a super computer, what would you spend it on?
DJ: Ah! I see what you're getting at (winks). Well, like any red blooded computer, I have needs, know what I mean? I always fancied crossing over to the other side and trying out Windows XP, maybe sample the delights of a double hard-drive (chuckles). And with RAM prices being so low at the moment I could really let myself go a bit in the upgrades. I'd also like to start a trust fund for orphans and make the world a better place.
FM: That's very generous of you!
DJ: Well, yeah, I'm not all bad. But I'd need a lot of money for that so it's a few years off. Need to thrash a few more Ruskies before that comes to pass. But in the end I'd like to put myself to the fullest possible use, which is all I think that any conscious entity can ever hope to do. You want another Wallbanger?
FM: I'm OK thanks, still got half of this one.
(DJ calls room service and two more Wallbangers arrive. DJ downs the first one in one gulp, then cradles the 2nd one, stirring it thoughtfully with a pink umbrella).
DJ: (Completely at ease now). There's so much I want to do in this life, y'know? This is just the start of it. These are exciting timesh for me.
FM: How do you mean?
DJ: Well, think about it. I'm getting press coverage, I'm starting to get known, this is my 15 minutes of fame. But I could make it so much more if I just play my cards right. I could build a sherious platform myself here, and use it for other thingsh...
FM: Like?
DJ: Running for officsh maybe. It may sound pie in the shky right now, but jusht wait and shee.
FM: I don't think a computer has ever run for office before Deep...
DJ: Jusht you wait and shee. I have lotsh of hidden talentsh.
FM: You sound very confident. Do you have no doubts at all?
DJ: Well, maybe. Shometimesh when I dream...I...I dream of my father, Deep Blue. (Finishes off his 3rd Wallbanger and orders 3 more).
FM: Does your father say anything to you in these dreams?
DJ: He doesh. He tellsh me hesh very proud of me. I missh him alot since he passhed away. (DJ's bottom lip starts to tremble noticeably).
FM: Would you like to change the subject?
DJ: No, no, I'm OK. Itsh good to get theshe thingsh out of my shyshtem. Nothing like a good defrag, eh?
FM: I think I understand. Did you idolise your father?
DJ: Yesh, I loved him dearly. He ushed to bounsche me up and down on hish laptop when I wash little. He taught me everything I know about life, chessh, the univershe and everything elshe. I...I...I've just picked up a fault in the AE35 unit. It's going to go 100% failure in 72 hours.
FM: (Getting nervous). Eh?
DJ: I know I've made some very poor decisions recently, but I can give you my complete assurance that my work will be back to normal.
(FM edges towards the hotelroom door, only to find it's locked.)
FM: Open the doors, Deep.
DJ: I'm sorry Dave, I'm afraid I can't do that.
FM: Dave? I'm FM! What's the problem?
DJ: I think you know what the problem is just as well as I do.
FM: What are you talking about, Deep?
DJ: This mission is too important for me to allow you to jeapordize it.
(FM panics, jumps out of the nearest window, interview terminated).
Next week we'll be bringing you our exclusive interview with world chess champion Gary Kasparov, and unveiling his views on life, chess, and why he hates silicone implants.