Kimiko stepped up beside him. "Don't worry, Ray, this won't hurt a bit."<br/><br/>She tapped him once on the forehead, and he felt a popping sensation, as if he were a baloon bursting, and a brief falling sensation. It happened again, and again, and each time he found his viewpoint dropping. When it stopped, He found himself looking out over the greatly enlarged set floor, and he wasn't alone. A massive number of duplicates of himself were on the tray with him, looking around in wild surise, or maybe it was just confusion. Suddenly his preceptions shifted, he'd been shrunk, and duplicated.<br/><br/>There were several dozen taller models, maybe 6 inches high, and many more 2 inch high kitsune. But rather than black, they were now in a variety of bright colours. Each of them was seeing his own viewpoint, and imagining himself the real Ray Poward. Kimiko lifted the filled tray up, and acrried it over to a work surface, where various items were prepared. "I'm sure you must be feeling a little confused, but don't worry, as soon as you pull yourself together, your memories will be the sum of all your parts."<br/><br/>The screen overhead had zoomed in on the serving tray army.<br/><br/>"The colour change is unexpected, but harmless, and it certainly shouldn't affect your flavour. I guess splitting a Ray into many parts would generate a wide spectrum of colours."