A/N: A lil oneshot from the SR's perspective about Otto's hidden genius. Because I'm sick of people underestimating Otto and/or underestimating me.

I've heard it more than once. First it was a title you bestowed on Sprx. "It's true – you're the dumb monkey!" And you promptly smacked your head against the ceiling, eliciting a chuckle from your red brother.

Maybe you were both wrong.

No one bothered asking why I let the Wigglenog past my security systems. Why? Because I foresaw a chance for you to prove that you were woefully underappreciated. And it worked, didn't it? Perhaps not in the way I anticipated, but my plan worked for a time.

I love Gibson as much as anyone. He's wildly intelligent and still maintains a unique, dry sense of humor. Hal saved the team on many occasions; he's not a bad pilot, either. But it infuriates me how he can be so clueless sometimes.

He certainly didn't build the Super Robot.

And he would never craft my every circuit, from head to toe, with love. It's not fair for him to treat you like a child when, in many cases, you continually and completely surpass him.

Antauri has always been wise and understanding. I've seen your attempts at meditation with him – but your robotic brother clearly has better control of the Power Primate, not to mention focus. Ironically, your robotic brother has a very limited understanding of machines. It astounds everyone how someone with so little focus could achieve so much, but not me.

I never doubted you for a second.

Sprx is probably your best friend; a humorous, gifted pilot, but he doesn't pretend to understand mechanics or science. You've also proven to have a greater understanding of emotion. After all, if you felt that way about Nova, surely you wouldn't put off your declaration of your feelings until her life was in danger.

Well, it's possible you would.

But you would never hurt her like that, Otto. To be fair, it wasn't Sprx's fault. But the fact remains that he nearly killed her. And you are simply not a killer. You wouldn't hurt a fly; it's not your nature, and I'm glad.

I am especially fond of Nova, but then isn't the whole team? Which leads to a far more significant question.

Am I included in your team now?

I'd like to think I am. But I've never been able to directly communicate with anyone besides Prometheus Five – or Slingshot, as Chiro referred to him. It was nice to have someone who understood this, what it's like to be trapped in a prison of wires and steel. But it's not a cage, exactly, it's my body.

That's a feeling you'll never truly know, but I can live with that. Because even though you don't believe I can understand you, you talk to me. You care for me. For reasons I can't understand, I'm always your first priority.

It's nice having a friend, having someone who cares. And it hurts to see you mask your anger or shame for the sake of the team. No one expects you to be perfect. It's inhuman – well, perhaps unnatural would be a better choice of words. No one expects you to understand Gibson's lectures. They hear about every other word, anyways. No one expects you to be a genius, and yet you are in your own way. So don't feel so bad about yourself, Otto.

And if it makes you feel any better, well, you'll always have me.