The Hunting of the Stark: The Chess Match
This is another bit of "The Hunting of the Stark", my massive unpublished Eureka fic...though at this rate it may all end up here! Ultraman fans will recognize one particular name...Ultraseven fans another...
Doctors Mitsuhiro Ide and Shigeru Furuhashi took their respective places at the chess table. The other residents of the retirement home took care to scoot away as best they could, having long since resigned themselves to this daily battle.
No one could remember if either man had ever beaten the other in a match. Most times the sessions ended with a great deal of yelling and arm-waving, invariably ending with one sweeping the pieces off the table and storming off while the other accused him of cowardice.
As noted, this had been going on for a very long time.
Ide considered his opponent. âWhoâs white today?â
Furuhashi rubbed his chin. âIâm not sure. You go ahead. It wonât help you in the end, after all.â Ide snorted and set the pieces out, and moments later the match was in full swing.
âYouâre putting your bishop in peril,â Furuhashi pointed out helpfully.
âAs if you know the slightest thing about chess,â Ide retorted, but he slipped the piece back into a safer position. The first ten minutes were usually relatively quiet, punctuated on occasion by a snarky comment that was immediately countered. The accusations of cheating were due to start in about ten minutes.
Today, however, was going to be different. âGentlemen,â Nathan Stark said as he flickered into existence. âHowâs the match going today?â
âHeâs trying to figure out how best to cheat,â Furuhashi muttered. He glanced up at the newcomer. âArenât you dead?â
Stark considered this. âI got better.â
âPay attention to the board, not to him,â Ide snapped. âHeâs just an afterimage of the moment he died. Iâve seen this happen before, you know.â
âOh, the hell you have. Since when?â
Ide shrugged. âI think it was 1972. The Kobe kaiju attack. One of the defense team got hit in a chronal beam and kept popping up in the damnest places for three weeks. It finally stopped, which was good. All that screaming got on my nerves.â
âThat is the biggest pile of crap Iâve ever heard,â Furuhashi shot back. âThe Kobe kaiju attack was 1974, and there were no casualties. Besides, he replied to something I said. An afterimage canât evaluate a statement and offer a response, by definition.â
âIt was 1972, because I was there working for Fujitech. I had to write the evaluation. And for your information, the chronal afterimages maintain a sort of minimal consciousness, at least early on. Eventually they just become echoes. And itâs not like he said anything intelligent. He quoted Monty Python, for Godâs sake.â
âThere is no God. Weâve been over that. There is only the sum intelligence of the universal consciousness, of which this is a small part. Itâs not a chronal afterimage at all. Itâs more the manifestation of collective memory given momentary existence.â
âYou know, I am standing here,â Stark commented to no one in particular.
âPffft! You and your humanism. Your children should have dumped you into a Shinto shrine instead of here. Youâd be of more use as a decoration or charm seller. Check.â
âWhat?â Furuhashi studied the board, incredulous. âHow did you do that? You must have cheated!â
 âI did no such thing!â Ide shouted.
âHow else could the likes of you put me into check?â
âHe caught your knight while you were pontificating,â Stark pointed out.
The two men turned toward him as one. âSHUT UP.â
âBesides, I know Iâm right,â Furuhashi said, moving to protect his king. âThere is most certainly a collective manifestation of consciousness. Itâs called the Artifact and itâs sitting up at Global Dynamics in Section Five.â
âWhat?â Nathan snapped. âHow in the hell do you knowâŠâ
Furuhashi snorted. âAs if you were ever the first to study it. You youngsters, never think of asking your elders for their wisdom. Typical Western attitude. Now back in Japan the young knew to respect those with age and wisdom.â
âThen why the hell did you come here?â Ide snickered. âCheck.â
âIt paid better.â Furuhashi studied the board with increasing worry. Ide was getting too close to victory for comfort.
âWait,â Stark ordered. âAre you saying that the Artifact has something to do with this mess Iâm in?â
âHow would I know? Iâm just an elderly scientist who got stuck up here because he couldnât possibly keep up with the young know-it-alls at Global. Just ask them.â Furuhashiâs brow furrowed as he carefully moved his king out of check for the moment.
âNot that weâre bitter about it or anything,â Ide noted. âCheck.â
Stark sighed. âMate in five. And maybe then you couldâŠâ He instinctively winced as Furuhashiâs arm swept across the board like a tsunami, sending white and black pieces flying in its wake. âOh, for crying out loudâŠâ
âTHIS WAS YOUR FAULT!â Furuhashi bellowed, shaking a finger at Stark. âYOU DISTRACTED ME WITH YOUR SHOWING UP AND TALKING CONSTANTLY! HE PUT YOU UP TO IT, DIDNâT HE?â
Ide considered the accusation. âNow I wish Iâd thought of it. Would have been fairly simple to set upâŠâ
âIâM DONE WITH YOU, YOU CHEATING BASTARD!â Furuhashi stormed away. Ide smiled as he watched the old man leave, then glanced over at the slowly fading Stark.
âI donât suppose you could come back tomorrow, same time?â