The future is bleak. Cities span what parts of the globe are still fit to live in. There are no crops. Air is filtered by machine, carbon sequestered from carbon dioxide, food paste made in factories, water cleaned by pumps. Meat is all but forgotten. Almost every kind.

The meat collectors are registered as bounty hunters, but they don't chase bail skips - they stalk the leanest, the most succulent, the healthiest humans. There are those who are rich, who tire of food paste, who want to taste something natural - and they don't ask where that steak or fillet came from - not if they don't want to see those glowing blue eyes following them across a catwalk.

There is no hope for one that the meat collector has selected. They might as well give up, but they never do. They are chased tirelessly, cornered, captured, and devoured whole and alive, sent down the automaton's slick, lubricated throat to the belly where the processing can begin. The meat collector gobbles their prey eagerly, because they only need produce a few clean pieces of red meat to make the hunt worth their while, and they have fuel needs of their own...

For JohnV who asked for a jackal-type head atop a geth-like body with a big belly. This turned out better than I'd thought, actually!

30 Days of Monster-Boys 17: Robot