H8 made a dismissive sound with its surgical drill,  looking up from the female corpse he was already working on.  "I don't really think it holds much promise.  I suspect these things will be functional about a month or two before they tear their own bones out.  Assuming their wretched programming doesn't get them killed first."  He said in a grave tone, flicking on a  buzzsaw to slice off a hand that had withered from lack of blood.  "If you mean to say, though, that technology can aid the cause of the sith, then yes, it can."  H8 said, as a gusher of stale blood poured down into a grate by the bed.