Momo the chessplayer

Here's a chess story:

Momo's trembling hands hovered over the chessboard, his mind racing with desperation. The gigantic, hulking figure of the jailer loomed over him, a cruel smile twisting his face.

"Move now, boy," the jailer growled. "I don't have a lot of time, and neither do you."

Momo knew the stakes: lose this game, and he'd face execution. His opponent had already devoured two of his rooks and his queen, leaving him with a barren landscape of pawns.

Despair gripped his heart. The end was near. What could he do?

But then, a spark of brilliance ignited within. Momo's eyes darted to his pocket, where his smartphone lay hidden. He smiled, a plan unfolding in his mind.

"Jailer," he requested, his voice laced with mock humility, "may I send a last WhatsApp to my girlfriend before you checkmate me and...ah...send me to the electric chair?"

The jailer's smile softened, his expression almost benevolent. "Sure, no problem. That's your last wish, I suppose?"

Momo nodded, his fingers flying across his phone's screen. He fed the chess position to Stockfish, the legendary chess program installed on his device.

Stockfish analyzed the board, its digital mind processing millions of calculations per second. Then, in an instant, the answer appeared:

"Play pawn to b4. Checkmate in 75 moves. Forced."

Momo's heart soared. Stockfish never lost. He pushed the pawn forward, his mind relaxing as the weight of uncertainty lifted.

The jailer raised an eyebrow. "An interesting move, boy. But it won't save you."

Momo smiled inwardly. He knew the truth. Stockfish had guaranteed his victory.

As the game unfolded, Momo's confidence grew. The jailer's smile faltered, replaced by a scowl of confusion.

Checkmate loomed, and with it, Momo's freedom.

The final move came. The jailer slumped back, defeated.

"You win," he muttered.

Momo rose, his eyes locked on the door. Freedom beckoned. He envisioned his girlfriend's smile, the night of crazy lovemaking awaiting him.

"Thank you, Stockfish," he whispered, pocketing his phone.

As he walked out of the prison, Momo grinned. Chess had saved his life. And tonight, he'd celebrate with the one he loved.

The jailer's parting words echoed through the corridors:

"Never underestimate the power of technology...and a clever mind."