Matoki are the new invention of the era, as people have them in homes to submit to their daily lives. They cook, they clean, the wash, the do everything without a single care for their own well being. Practically slaves without a heart or little of anything else. That is until a lonely scientist enginers his own Matoki, using them as a test run for a program that he dreams of installing into his favorite invention. Zelo.  Foreword      Visting hours were gruesomely filled with Yongguk, always waiting for his smile. For his laugh. For anything at all, but when he died, Yongguk felt as if he took a part of himself with him fifteen feet under the ground. It would take him years to gain that part of himself back, but still, Zelo wasnt Junhong. Zelo was just an empty can of metal that would never feel anything. Zelo didnt smile and Zelo couldnt love him.       But Yongguk couldnt give up on his dream. He couldnt give up on his dream to see him again because he felt like if he didnt, then he would fall apart all over again.