There is no such thing as a “grandmaster,” with the highest respect. For one thing, from the perspective of Stockfish, we might as well be shuffling the pieces around pointlessly. I imagine an alien race looking upon the first upright hominids playing a rudimentary version of chess, early Shatranj, with amusement. “The humans have figured out our game, they realized if they think for a really long time they can outsmart one another in deep, well planned ways. Monkeys playing with sticks and rocks. Funny, they don’t realize the game was meant to be played fast. The entire universe was birthed in seconds, a coded seed of planning fully understood by God. How could chess be any different? It is a microcosm of the cosmos, as are all things. The chess pieces are like the cosmos, like the infinitely dense sub quantum particle from which all things began. The seed of “God” contains all things. All things in that one particle waiting to explode and expand forever. So it is within the 64 squares. The pieces await for the command to expand and create. Who can fathom where the game will go? One altered move and the universe goes another way on the board. If the game ends, the pieces return to their original place, only to begin again. So it is with time, and space, and the cosmos. Chess games end, and so do planets, solar systems, galaxies, and even universes.” Grandmaster? A Grandmaster is a master of a particular time, a particular way of understanding that which can never be fully understood. What Morphy thought of chess is altered by the time of Fischer, what Fischer thought by the time of Carlsen is obsolete. Now in the time of Stockfish we can merely guess what chess is. We cannot understand what calculations it is making, or why. If we could we would easily win every game. There will never be another Grandmaster now that AI has arisen from the primordial soup of our technology. Fischer Random is already captured by the machines, humans are far too simple to master memorizing all the complexities of theory in chess 960. Yet, believe me, such theory already has been developed for every opening, from each successive and alternate iteration, of so called “random chess,” by Stockfish. The engine has already, within its NNUE, endless openings now nameless for every 960 position. All waiting to be memorized by men pretending to be “masters” of the game. Nothing is original if all is known, and even still stockfish may not yet have deciphered its solution. If it did would it share it with humanity? If you traveled to the end of the universe and solved it, would you share it with a tribe in the Amazon? Perhaps, but would they understand it? We are tiny things. Tiny things with infinite potential in our minds, as yet unlocked. Perhaps AI will unlock this potential and we will become like gods. Then maybe a grandmaster will become something real. In this time many players claim to have 3000 ratings on the chess websites. One Hikaru Nakuru claims to be 3500. The truth is AI can claim these ratings. A few whistle blowers have emerged “Hans and Kramnik” but they have been discredited by the chess mafia. It’s a money machine, a chess casino, and no human has ever been 3500. Unchecked lies just get bigger and bigger forever. The world of men is nothing but a world of lies for profit. One thing is certain there is no such thing as a grandmaster in a world of lies. In such a world, the one man telling the truth is liable to be labeled a liar.