For Fitz's entire life, he had been unlucky; he thought he was unlucky since both halves of his DNA started unpacking. But what does luck matter when you have a goal and the drive to complete it? Well, as it turns out quite a lot, almost everything Fitz had ever tried had failed. If he had an attitude like that, he would have never made it past middle school. So joining one of the autonomous wargame competition teams was his most excellent chance to prove that he was not as worthless as everyone thought. If only that had gone well.  [This story serves a dual purpose, to make something that has been sitting in the back of my head for years. It is primarily a collection of ideas I had while reading other books, put together with some of my experiences in a way I hope is understandable. And to act as practice for my writing skills] thanks