"The galaxy's still got slavery. I don't think anyone's overly concerned with droids being more human," he said dryly. Now, he was also from a backwater planet on the Outer Rim where most droids were a few models behind. He couldn't say for the Core worlds but didn't really care to know either.

He looked up from the part he's examining. It was meant to spin the engine up on start so it could hit the right rotations per second to keep a speeder hovering. Pretty standard piece of equipment. It didn't have much value but it was familiar and in good condition.

"A human can say no. Will say no if somethin' wrong or they don't want to do somethin'. Droids don't really have that." The droids he'd met never said no. And well, he supposed that was true of slaves too but he just couldn't muster up the same sympathy for metal and circuits. "I'm gonna guess you like 'em, droids."