InterruptorJones wrote:
This is one of many variation on the old chess board fable. It goes like this (this is from memory, and I'm embellishing plenty):
Ages ago, in Persia, the king became bored with all of the games he had to play in the palace, and charged his subjects the task of inventing a new game for him, promising to reward the inventor of a game suited for a king with the prize of his choice. Many subjects, some of them great scholars and lords, came and went, and the king found every one of the new games trite and boring (in some versions of the story he has these beheaded), until one day when an old peasant approached his throne proferring a simple square board with eight smaller squares to a side and a sachel of small carved figurines. The game was chess, and the king was immediately taken by it. He and the peasant played for hours until the king became quite skilled at the game.
Finally, the as the sun was setting, the king declared, "Peasant, your game is delightful; name your reward!"
The peasant, having already put much thought into prize he would chose, replied, "your majesty, I am but a simple man and wish only to provide for my family..." He then cleared the chess board and described to the king the reward he desired. "Tomorrow," he explained, "you will place a single grain of rice on the first square of this chess board, and that rice will be mine. The next day, you will place two grains of rice on the next square, and that rice will be mine. And the next day you will place four grains of rice, and every day thereafter twice as many grains of rice than the previous day, until sixty-four days have passed. I will take this rice to my family and be happy."
The king guffawed. "Such a paltry sum for so a kingly a game as this? A few grains of rice are nothing to a king! Your wish is granted, now return to the countryside and your thatch-roofed cottage."
And the peasant went home happy.
Or something.
Anyway, the way it works out is that by the end of the 64 days, the king is starving and the peasant has 18,446,744,073,709,551,616 grains of rice, which, assuming a tenth of a gram per grain (arbitrary guess), is more than two trillion tons of rice.
I remember now, I do recall hearing this version of it. Now, if I was the king, once I realized what was going on I would have had that clever peasant "disposed" of. Nowhere does it say that the king has to play fair, sheesh.