The Automaton
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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Automaton</strong> ~ David Wheldon ~ 6/11/2011<br />
<strong>Automaton</strong> played chess, and that was what the <strong>Automaton</strong> was billed to do: but really,<br />
at the root of it, the <strong>Automaton</strong> was a stage property in a gambling scheme. No more<br />
than that, it seemed: at least, that was how the <strong>Automaton</strong>’s proprietor — impresario<br />
— treated her; and this upset me, for the <strong>Automaton</strong> had a feminine appearance<br />
without any kind of that exaggeration so beloved of puppet-makers: her face was<br />
vigilant, perceptive and wise: had she been alive you could easily have loved her. Yes,<br />
a gambling act: the truly remarkable achievement — the ability of a machine to play<br />
chess — was in his eyes merely a novelty. He would refer to her, somewhat mockingly,<br />
as ‘Madame’. Every evening she was taken (Sedan-chair style) into the centre of the<br />
auditorium (which was primitive and untiered) sitting at her kneehole desk on which<br />
lay a very large chessboard of red and white inlaid marble, and red and white<br />
chessmen, again large; their height was exaggerated to allow their identification at<br />
some distance. Now, the general public — men and youths, mostly — would pay to<br />
engage her in a game of chess. She would sit upright in front of the board in her darkgreen<br />
satin dress, her long-fingered right hand resting on a large sand-glass. Money<br />
having changed hands, her opponent would sit opposite her and toss a coin for colour.<br />
And the game would begin.<br />
Moves were timed. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Automaton</strong> would turn over her sand-glass and make her<br />
move. Her movements were very smooth and graceful: and, it has to be said,<br />
authoritative. This amazed me. I had always thought that automata would have a<br />
mechanical, jerky kind of action. Not she. She would give a long sigh, almost below<br />
the level of hearing, and her right hand would move with a fluid deliberation, her eyes<br />
— almost but not quite unblinking — following the action of her hand. Her fingers<br />
would gently touch the piece and lift it, carry it, and set it down on its allotted square.<br />
Her fluidity and grace of movement unnerved most of her opponents. And she<br />
didn’t seem to need much time to think. No sooner had her opponent made his move<br />
than, with a sigh, she would reach her right hand above the board, its motion that of a<br />
conjuror or a healer.<br />
And she appeared to be unbeatable.<br />
Well, I was fascinated by her. I hadn’t been taught to play chess, but even so I<br />
could gather progress from the behaviour of her opponents. Frustration, anger, even:<br />
the inevitability of that smooth right hand reaching for the enemy king: her eyes would<br />
open and her dark irises would regard her opponent, as though absorbed in his<br />
emotions. <strong>The</strong>n that long-fingered right hand would silently lay the defeated king on its<br />
side.<br />
‘Thank you, lady,’ some opponents would say, on standing, involuntarily bowing<br />
before her, taking their humiliation in their stride. Others would remain silent and<br />
perturbed.<br />
And then there was the gambling.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re were many ways in which the gambling was done. You could simply place<br />
a wager on the final result: the checkmate. At first this was highly successful and made<br />
the impresario a lot of money. He was an ostensibly honest man and gave the agreed<br />
percentage of takings to my father, who stowed it in the office safe. However, the<br />
certainty of outcome after a while naturally made people reluctant to bet on the<br />
<strong>Automaton</strong>’s losing. So the proprietor would advertise for good players. And they<br />
arrived, full of confidence, a circle of their friends around them, and heavy money<br />
would be put on their success. At the inevitable conclusion the loser would receive<br />
banter from his friends: ‘see if you can do any better,’ he would say; and soon they<br />
were all a good deal worse off. <strong>The</strong>n they retired to the bar.<br />
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