Computress smiled down at the young boy genius and picked up him like he was a feather and not a dead-weight. She carried him bridal-style through the lab to his room and the door scanned her eyes before letting her in. Just another one of Dexter's security mechanisms. Computress grinned in awe and pride at her creator and tucked him under the covers of the bed next to a desk scattered with notes and forms. The most current one was taped on the top of a stack and read URGENT.
Everything Dexter read was urgent.
Dexter mumbled something about swords in water and iPods before rolling under the blanket and drifting off again.
Computress patted his arm and organized a pile of papers before exiting the room and closing the door silently.
"He's nine years old. He works too hard," she beeped to herself, striding through the laboratory easily. "The last time he slept was...Monday. And it's Thursday now. If this keeps up, his immune system will start to fail and he will get a cold. Then he'll HAVE to rest. Hm..." Computress trailed off. "Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing."
Dexter coughed and sniffled before slumbering again. Each cough got a bit worse, and eventually he woke up from the sheer violence of them. He cleared his throat and spoke into his watch. "Computress, get me some cold medicine and a cup of Earl Grey Tea. I think I'm coming down with a cold."
He didn't see Computress' smirk through the watch, but he could almost hear the traces of it as she replied with, "Of course, Dexter."