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Whilst tidying up some cupboards and rooting through old stuff, I found the following recollection - I was fairly certain I had already used it on here, but apparently not:

'The Google Chrome logo is a highly destructive robot, attacking a shopping centre I am in for a second time - I distinctly recall saying 'here we go again'. I am also aware that the robot, similar to the terrible CGI thing on 20th Century Boys, will attack everything and I need to find a safe place to go. I hide downstairs in a discount bookshop, which turns out to be one of those annoying Yankee candle type places, where the staff are overwhelmingly helpful even though a)I'm clearly not interested in buying their shit and b) a massive robot is trying to kill us. Upstairs, Zoe continues to run the glass fronted sandwich and CD shop I remember walking round before the robot appeared. Location is everything
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