It is already 10:30 in the morning and Steve appears to be dead but then some CPU activity starts. Next, the eyeballs light-up. Steve suddenly bolts upright while still sitting in the bed. His head swivels slowly to the left and then to the right, scanning the area for any possible threats. Finding none, Steve's operating system switches to food hunting mode. A mouse in the corner of the room, sensing imminent danger, makes a loud squealing noise while quickly exiting the area even before Steve's feet hit the floor.
After leaving the bed, Steve relocates himself to the kitchen. Opening the fridge reveals only six cans of Coke Zero. Each can contains zero calories. Drinking these six cans is not going to help keep him powered-up for the entire day.
As he leaves the apartment, one of his arms reaches into the closet and removes an expensive Givenchy leather jacket which he puts on.
While walking down the street, some people stare at him and give him a lot of space to continue on his trek as his jacket is festooned with several bullet holes.
A butchers shop is soon located and Steve enters it.
While looking at the owner of the shop, he says, "give me your food."
The proprietor looks at him quizzically. "What kind of meat would you like? There are steaks, chicken, lamb, pork, and much more."
"Give me everything".
The owner tries to suppress a laugh. While smiling, he says, "So, how are you going to pay for all of this?"
"Payment not required."
Not at all impressed with this reply, he grabs his shotgun from behind the main meat counter and moves to directly confront Steve.
Steve grabs the barrel of the shotgun and swiftly lifts it out of the hands of its owner. The shotgun goes flying up into the air, does a somersault, and lands in Steve's right hand. Pointing the barrel of this weapon at its previous owner, the trigger is pulled while, in a monotone, Steve says, "Hasta la vista, baby".
The proprietor goes lurching backwards and smashes right into the glass display case holding the meats.
Using his left hand, Steve gets a firm grip on the neck of this now dead human and pulls him out of the display case and then reduces the power to his hand, allowing the body to drop to the floor. The termination of the human had unintended consequences as fragments of glass along with bits of organic matter from the body of the shop owner are now mixed in with the meat.
Hardly any time goes by before a little old lady, using a walker to help with her mobility issues, enters the store. She just barely manages to suppress her urge to scream as she views the scene inside the shop.
There is the bloodied corpse of a human lying on the floor and there is also a person wearing a leather jacket with bullet holes in it who is methodically grabbing large pieces of meat and eating them.
While shaking with fear, the old lady frantically tries to back-up her walker which starts making a loud beeping noise which it does automatically to notify anybody in the vicinity that the walker is being moved backwards.
Fortunately for her, Steve does not look in her direction. His main processor unit interprets these beeping sounds as having a high probability of coming from a vehicle outside the store which is in the process of backing-up.
The feeding process continues.
Several minutes go by before two police cruises, with their lights flashing and sirens wailing, come screeching to a halt outside the butchers shop.
Several officers unholster their weapons and surround the front of the building.
The police sergeant barks the following order out of a megaphone: "This is the police. Hands up where we can see them. You will surrender to us right now."
Getting no response, the sergeant gives the signal.
With guns at the ready, several police officers proceed to storm right into the shop, fully prepared for a shoot-out with the meat-eating suspect.
The sergeant quickly follows them and, as they survey the interior of the building, the only thing they notice is the dead body on the floor. The butchers shop, which would normally be filled with large quantities of meats, is completely empty.
One police officer remarks, "This place looks like it was hit by a gang of professional thieves. I have heard of banks and jewellery stores being targeted but never a butchers shop."
"We live in strange times," remarks the sergeant.
Another officer notices a note has been pinned to the body and hands it over to the sergeant.
The sergeant looks at the note which says "Food was good. Thank you for your cooperation."