"Nine thousand, five hundred, and thirty protean symbionts."  H8 said to the young necromancer walking in.  "Just enough to suggest a hint of force sensitivity, or perhaps previous accidental blood contact with  a medichlorian positive."  H8 continued, testing the nerves of his work with a high voltage eclectic shock.  The ex woman jerked and bounced in pain, voltage raining down her body.  "She has large concentrations of  antibodies though, and was thus a poor subject for mutation or reanimation."  H8 noted, withdrawing his probing needle from the second meatbag minion's chest.<br/><br/>"Of all the miracles in the galaxy, the midichlorians are the greatest."  H8 noted, taking a vial of blood out of a nearby storage cooler.  "Were I to throw this vial out of the airlock, the blood within would boil off, and the cells would explode within seconds.  The medichlorians contained within, however, would survive, making their way into the cosmic background dust.  Guided by a uniform intelligence, the medichlorians terraform worlds, bring about abiogenesis, and transform one being into another.  If you wants to look for power, just look inside your cells, and see the face of our creator."  The droid taught, placing the vial carefully in a rack.  "The Jedi, in their blindness, believe that by following the will of the beings that already control the galaxy, they somehow accomplish something in the name of peace and unity.  But look inside your hearts, and see that it is obvious that these microscopic dictators don't care for us one bit."  H8 stood and gripped the vial, channeling heat through his hands to slowly bring the blood to a boil.<br/><br/>"You must seek to control the medichlorians.  In reaching out for your own potential, you can become a master of your own destiny, rather than being guided by a conspiracy so massive that it is called fate."  The droid's eyes brightened as the blood boiled, causing an acrid stench to rise from next ot the operating table, where sections of H8 were still busy doing their grim work.  "If any of you would like, I can remove your medichlorians through dialysis.  You will lose a certain amount of personal sensitivity, but gain a great deal of clarity and control over your own powers."  The holocron noted, shattering the test tube in her mechanical hands.  "Of course, the Sith often tell their students lies to test their minds.  Investigate for yourself to determine if what I say is true."  H8 turned back to its work, breasts bouncing slightly as it increased the pressure of the oxygen being pumped into its paitent's lungs.