AN: I don't own Otto, he's Marvel's. I do own Kat. Steal and die. Bwahahaaha.

And thanks to Architeuthis for telling me my dates are screwy. I fixed it.

Our Future.

misspelled fish. (kod. Hee. )

Kat grumbled and rolled over in her sleep. Her hand slid out from under her back and rolled to one side, the rest of her body falling over it in another roll.

"Nn.." Slowly, Kat opened her eyes, "Nnnn….class. time. What is." Her brains, at that moment, decided to click and she blinked again, "Otto."

Finally, she sat up and looked around, glancing at a clock. It was about 8 o'clock. Woah. Late. Katarina pushed off her covers and jumped out of her bed. Of course, her coordination hadn't exactly kicked in yet, so instead of standing up, she fell on her ass.

"Goddamn bed," She muttered, actually standing up and testing to make sure all of her limbs still worked. With these tests completed successfully she flung open the bedroom door and looked around, "Otto?"

Glancing around again, she got a glimpse of metal. She moved over a little bit and realized it was a tentacle slumped over the arm of her big comfy chair. Squatting down to investigate it, she noticed the actuator's eye-light dim, clearly on some sort of stand-by mode. She stood up again and looked over the top of the chair. The man had fallen asleep, his head slumped against one of the extending sides, the four tentacles lying limp around him. His face was troubled, his expression twisted into a frown.

The actuator that had been slumped over the armchair flickered to life, making Kat jump and raising above the chair and glaring as much as it could at Kat. The other three followed suit. She pressed her lips together for a moment, closed her eyes, then opened both and spoke, "Is he dreaming of what you spoke before?"

One of the tentacles nodded. It's brothers sunk back down, though this one stayed up, keeping guard carefully, unlike before.

The college student nodded back, "I'll let him sleep, then...I bet he doesn't do that much anymore…" She turned and glanced at a clock again, though that whole ten minutes really didn't mean much.

Her backpack beeped. She dropped down to the floor and opened it quickly, grabbing her celly and looking at the message, hopefully not awakening Otto.

PSYCH THIS MORNING!

"Crap. Class in a hour." Shoving the phone back into her back, she ran into the bedroom and closed the door. A quick change of clothes – the window displayed more dreary, depressing weather – resulted in her wearing her favorite jeans and a t-shirt saying, 'hi, ugly'. The door opened again, her running into the bathroom as the guarding tentacle watched her quizzically. Ten minutes was all it took for her to make herself look sensible as she walked back out, looking at the sleeping Otto, the tentacle, and finally had a very important thought.

"Damnit, the police are looking for me, they'll know who I am…" She pulled the hairtie out of her hair and replaced it lower, replacing a high bun with a low ponytail. A hooded sweatshirt was yanked out of the dirty clothes pile and thrown over her upper body, the hood slid over her head to conceal her face and a hair. With the half-asssed attempt at a disguise completed, Kat walked over and squatted down near her backpack, zipping it up. With a grunt, she threw the packed jansport over her shoulder and glanced to the tentacle, which had been steadily staring at her the entire time, "Hey, when Otto wakes up, tell him I'm at class, alright?"

The actuator nodded as Kat walked briskly pass Oc, opened her door and walking out, it closing with a slam behind her.

Then tentacle would have sighed if it could, looking down towards the three, which flickered to life. The four all looked at each other, then down at the sleeping doctor.

He is asleep.
We could try it now.
We do not think he would wake.
Miss Morrigan is not here to interrupt us.

The tentacles all glared at Otto, then closed their claws.

The artificial intelligence crawled through the human's mind, skittering over his sentience like insects. Finally it stopped; diving into what they hoped was his motor functions.

Otto's hand twitched. His fingers spasmed, then clenched. His wrist flicked.

And slowly, his arm, below the elbow, lifted up. Then the rest of his arm. His elbow opened and closed, his fingers clenched and unclenched. His other arm lifted more smoothly, and the fingers on both hands touched lightly. The fingers intertwined and clenched against the opposite hand. Then they disentangled.

The actuators hissed with glee. They had done it! They could control his body! It was finally successful! Their three weeks of work on this had not been in vain – finally, they could locate the area in his brain and control it properly.

Otto grunted and his head turned to the side.

The tentacles fled out of his brain like roaches when the light came on. His arms dropped back onto the armrests and they resumed control of their own mechanical arms. That was the next step – figuring out how to control both their arms and his arms at the same time.

"Ugh…." His eyes opened slowly, groggily. He blinked downwards, then finally lifted his head up. The remembrance of where and when came easier this time. Probably because the first thing he saw when he woke up was the red eye-light of the upper-left mechanical actuator.

Good morning, Otto.

He glanced out the window. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, he could hear the traffic and the people outside.

What…time is it?

8:36 AM.

Where's Kat?

She had to attend a college class at 9 o'clock.

You mean, she woke up before me?

She did. He heard the voices strength (or chime in?) as they continued.
She watched you for 38 seconds.
She changed her clothing and her hairstyle.
She took her carry-bag that is worn on her back.

How long have I been asleep?

Four hours and forty- eight minutes.

Why didn't you wake me?

You did not ask for such.
We would have if you requested.

…oh.

Otto slowly stood up and stretched his limbs. He looked around, and indeed, Kat's bag was gone from where it had been.

He looked out the window, wondering what to do next.