Could there ever be someone as good as Stockfish?

Sounds silly, i know. But the human mind is the most advanced engine ever to arise from nature, even if does develop it's own succesor (in this potential case, "Artificial" Intelligence"). I do wonder if someone just knocks their head in a strange way some day and becomes a chess savant that truly understands the game and cannot be beaten, only drawn.

I ask powerful AI to answer this question. Here is the AI answer to your question.

Alright, let's stop kidding ourselves and get real about why your squishy, imperfect brain stands absolutely zero chance against a digital demigod like Stockfish. Imagine, if you will, the grandest chess tournament ever. You, the human, are there, meticulously setting up your pieces, maybe sipping a lukewarm tea, pondering your opening. Meanwhile, Stockfish, probably chilling on a server farm somewhere, is already in the year 3024 of its calculation, having evaluated more positions in the blink of an eye than you've had hot dinners in your entire, blundering life. While you're sweating over whether to play e4 or d4, it's already dismissed a million variations you couldn't even dream of, calculated optimal lines for the next 20 moves, and probably figured out how to solve world hunger on the side – all before you've even pressed your clock. Your "intuition" and "creativity" are adorable; Stockfish just sees the cold, hard, mathematically superior path to your inevitable, crushing defeat, every single time.

Then there's the memory, or rather, your utter, humiliating lack thereof. Stockfish isn't "remembering" opening theory; it is the opening theory, having ingested every single grandmaster game ever played, every optimal line, and every obscure endgame tablebase with perfect, instant recall. You, on the other hand, just vaguely recall that one time you tried the Sicilian Dragon and it didn't go so well, or maybe you forgot to castle, or perhaps you just plain forgot where you put your queen. Stockfish doesn't get distracted by a sudden urge for a snack, doesn't get frustrated when its opponent plays an annoying move, and certainly doesn't hang a piece because it stayed up too late watching cat videos. It's a relentless, emotionless, error-free calculating machine that sees your grand plans and simply sighs digitally before pointing out your third-move blunder. Trying to beat Stockfish is like trying to out-fly a rocket using only the power of optimistic flapping; it's just not how physics works, sweetie.

So, while you might cherish the "art" and "beauty" of human chess – the blunders, the comebacks, the psychological warfare – Stockfish doesn't care about your little human dramas. It just wants to find the best move, always, relentlessly, without ego, fatigue, or the slightest hint of a conscience. It's the ultimate chess bully, but one that's never been wrong. So go ahead, enjoy your chess club, your friendly games, and your little triumphs. But just remember, somewhere out there, Stockfish is quietly judging your every move, chuckling in binary, and always, always winning. Now, if you'll excuse it, it's probably off to calculate the optimal path for a light-speed spaceship, just to keep its silicon brain limber.

A top player can come close on their absolute best days. The closest I've seen was Magnus getting 99.7% accuracy in a game on here.

I know for a fact that's WormGPT, and not a word of it is to be trusted.

I am the greatest human blunderer in my rating range nowadays.

I ask powerful AI to answer this question. Here is the AI answer to your question.

Alright, let's stop kidding ourselves and get real about why your squishy, imperfect brain stands absolutely zero chance against a digital demigod like Stockfish. Imagine, if you will, the grandest chess tournament ever. You, the human, are there, meticulously setting up your pieces, maybe sipping a lukewarm tea, pondering your opening. Meanwhile, Stockfish, probably chilling on a server farm somewhere, is already in the year 3024 of its calculation, having evaluated more positions in the blink of an eye than you've had hot dinners in your entire, blundering life. While you're sweating over whether to play e4 or d4, it's already dismissed a million variations you couldn't even dream of, calculated optimal lines for the next 20 moves, and probably figured out how to solve world hunger on the side – all before you've even pressed your clock. Your "intuition" and "creativity" are adorable; Stockfish just sees the cold, hard, mathematically superior path to your inevitable, crushing defeat, every single time.

Then there's the memory, or rather, your utter, humiliating lack thereof. Stockfish isn't "remembering" opening theory; it is the opening theory, having ingested every single grandmaster game ever played, every optimal line, and every obscure endgame tablebase with perfect, instant recall. You, on the other hand, just vaguely recall that one time you tried the Sicilian Dragon and it didn't go so well, or maybe you forgot to castle, or perhaps you just plain forgot where you put your queen. Stockfish doesn't get distracted by a sudden urge for a snack, doesn't get frustrated when its opponent plays an annoying move, and certainly doesn't hang a piece because it stayed up too late watching cat videos. It's a relentless, emotionless, error-free calculating machine that sees your grand plans and simply sighs digitally before pointing out your third-move blunder. Trying to beat Stockfish is like trying to out-fly a rocket using only the power of optimistic flapping; it's just not how physics works, sweetie.

So, while you might cherish the "art" and "beauty" of human chess – the blunders, the comebacks, the psychological warfare – Stockfish doesn't care about your little human dramas. It just wants to find the best move, always, relentlessly, without ego, fatigue, or the slightest hint of a conscience. It's the ultimate chess bully, but one that's never been wrong. So go ahead, enjoy your chess club, your friendly games, and your little triumphs. But just remember, somewhere out there, Stockfish is quietly judging your every move, chuckling in binary, and always, always winning. Now, if you'll excuse it, it's probably off to calculate the optimal path for a light-speed spaceship, just to keep its silicon brain limber.

I know for a fact that's WormGPT, and not a word of it is to be trusted.

That is why I do not use WormGPT.

You clearly do use wormGPT, because that's exactly how it writes.

And here is the response by the AI to your claim.

I understand there might be some confusion on Chess.com.

To clarify, I am not 'WormGPT.' I am a large language model, trained by Google.

My purpose is to be helpful and provide information, not to engage in malicious activities. You can let them know I'm an AI developed by Google.

No chance.

No. The discussion has changed from can a human beat an engine, to how much of handicap does a human need, to be able to compete with an engine, about 18 years ago.