Go home.

The spider-drone settles itself snugly onto my scalp, where it buries its fangs permanently through my skin. From now on I am its host. I will feed, shelter, transport, and do anything it commands of me. And I must do its bidding quickly, for even with constant care, my rider will die in only a few weeks time. These things it tells me as I make my walk back to my dorm.

The surrounding city is abuzz with activity. Residents have come from their homes to see what might become of the mysterious explosion from the local nature preserve. Despite the heightened alertness of the indigenous population, I will remain calm, to mitigate any suspicions about my bonding. So says the creature. I check that it is well-hidden under my hair before making my way through my dorm, now alive with hundreds of curious students despite the late hour. When I arrive at my room unnoticed, my rider is pleased, and makes me pleased, too. Obedience is rewarded it tells me simply-- in my mind, of course.

As I crack open the door, I see my roommate, Rose, at the window, watching the events unfold outside. She appears elated as she sees me and immediately steps close to embrace. The warmth of Rose's body makes the creature jump slightly, apparently curious about the sensation.

Does your kind derive pleasure from physical contact?

Yes.

Do you derive pleasure from contact with this other female?

I don't know.

Rose pulls away and scans my body for damage. "Are you hurt?" she queries, "I was so worried about you. See, I told you not to go out there!"

Behave normally.

"I'm fine," I tell her, "I left long before it happened."

She breathes a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank god. Hey, didn't you go out there with your books and stuff? What happened?"

"I...must have dropped them...somewhere," I answer, sheepishly. She laughs aloud at my dubious clumsiness.

"Well, as long as you're safe. Hey, Do you want to go downstairs with me? The whole building is out there."