I am, said a young woman in a business suit. She peered down at us through nouvelle-chic glasses and raised an eyebrow.
You didn’t think a responsibility like that would be entrusted to anyone else, did you?
Actually there have been many seven billionth persons, she continued. Last week one was born but the Syrian conflicts killed two hundred, bringing us back under. Hours later, a new seven billionth popped out. In Ecuador. A new war could set us back months. But it doesn’t really matter.
We stood, holding our popsicles, ignoring the juice running through our fingers.