Prologue

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Halfway through the learning era and I still sat in the isolated corner of the white brick building. Some people called it a school, that's how it was classified, but that's not what it is. It was situated on a rather lonely part of America just South of the New Colony. Every single school was told this, "teach chess". Every waking minute was chess practice, chess movements, chess, chess, chess.

5:00 AM~ Breakfast

5:30 AM~ Go to the "Red Room"

6:00 AM- 10:00 AM~ Chess History

10:05 AM- 10:45~ Lunch

11:00- 10:00PM~ Chess Tactics/Practice Tournaments

10:05 PM~ Discipline Lectures

11:00 PM~ Dinner

11:45 PM~ Sleep

Always repeated.

There is no way around it. That was our life. We were the pawns, they were the King. But in that version, the King never died. The pawns always lost.

We played for one reason only, to please them. But they couldn't be pleased.

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