"There is a faction of meatbags called the Sith. They want what any rational meatbag would want – the power to assassinate anyone they choose at any time

... and of course, they refer to meatbags as "organics". Unacceptable."

"I have surpassed you, Bane," Zannah warned him. "Now I am the Master."
"Then prove it."
He lunged toward her, and the battle began.

Once, men turned their thinking over to machines in the hope that this would set them free. But that only permitted other men with machines to enslave them.

"Thou shalt not make a machine in the likeness of a human mind."