Cognito, Ergo Sum
by Benjamin J. Sonnek
...so what do you think of that?
The six other girls at the table began moving their heads, the individual thoughts blending into a river: It's crazy! Why would she do that--he's kind of a--don't forget about her last--how could they--does that mean he's available?
That last thought caused a hiccup in the flow. Everyone tuning in paused for a giggle as the culprit turned bright red, her Cognito-earpiece's light fading off.
Molly, what do you think?
The blushing girl's friend, both alleviating her comrade's suffering and establishing her own importance, took the initiative to address Molly directly. Hers was a popular mind--the number of followers she had for her thought stream was never fixed, but it had certainly reached a six-digit number by now. Molly smiled softly, drew herself up like a statue, and put her hands together.
Well, it certainly means there are more boys out there for us now, ladies, now doesn't it?
Everyone at the table lit up, bowing their heads in silent laughter. Even the blushing girl's embarrassed bloom began to dry up, her infirmity cleared by the brush of Molly's shadow. The streams of thought began to mix again as the "Cafeteria Conspirators" went back to work, adding their own lesser insights (with more than a few probably plotting how to snag the jilted boy).
Say, who's that guy?