“Now look,” she said, taking control of the left player and entered the hut.
Dust motes swirled in slanted sunbeams from the lone grimy window. A single chair sat beneath a cobwebbed joist. She climbed onto the chair, pulled out the build menu and built a ladder from stones in her inventory. A net hung crookedly on a nail. She snagged it, cast it over the ladder’s top rungs. Finally,
she crafted a white pebble which she immediately threw in a hole on the chair.
The interior of the cabin dissolved into a vast, impossibly smooth wooden board. Black lines etched themselves into a grid across its surface. Stones of every colour sat poised at their intersections. The castle’s courtyard had vanished; on the right, a different section of the same board now sprawled, its stones arranged in a stark, geometric dance.
“Like it?” Yhiwotdar beamed, utterly unbothered by the two men staring like they’d been handed a live octopus. “I created that rule. Took bloody ages.”
“Is this a… Go board?” Ikaris asked. The words felt clumsy, alien in his
mouth. What the hell. It’s the most complex transformation I’ve ever seen, he thought, and I’ve seen the engine render a snowflake in 127,000 shades of olo. It wasn’t that Yhiwotdar had recreated the Japanese board game in 箱!World, but rather 箱!World itself became the game of Go. This was a game doing things no game should do.
“Yep. An infinite Go board. With as many colours as there are players.”
“But why— OK. So the adaptive encoding works?” Ikaris was confused. He stole a look at Hiden and saw nothing but proud beaming of a parent watching their prodigious three-year-old master the timing of a quick-time event.
“For this transformation, yes. The controls were encoded in the chair, ladder and net. When transformed into the Go board, they are converted into this pattern over here.” Yhiwotdar directed their attention to the top right corner of the left window. A collection of black and white stones were arranged in a peculiar pattern of concentric walls of white stones and black stones surrounding one another.
Yhiwotdar took control of the right player and navigated to the same patch of the board as the left player. Then, taking turns as right and left players, she expertly placed black and white stones. First a group of five white stones were captured. Then after several moves, two black stones fell. As she posed to place the last white stone as a throw-in, Hiden asked,
“Wait, is this one of the eternal life ko things?”
“Er, could be?” she said shrugging. “I don’t actually play Go.”
Hiden nodded knowingly and explained, “A ko is a pattern that repeats
itself. The pattern on the board. It’s the same as before she started making all
the moves.”
Of course he knows it, the smug bastard, Ikaris thought. And of course she’s a suck up. Shame she’s legit talented.
Click. Yhiwotdar placed a black stone, capturing the white throw-in.
The stones settled. A single breath on the screen. And the scene on both windows restored themselves to the lakeside cabin once more.
And for some self-promotion, here's a snippet of my #scifi short story that also featured #Go/#baduk/#weiqi (Neil rejected it lol, so it may not be good).
It's about the discovery that the world is running out of a particular fundamental resource.
#writing #scifiwriting #writesky #sff