Droids. Robots. Automatons. Inorganic beings created with artificial intelligence and used for slave labor, in jobs that are considered too menial, or too dangerous for organics.

[ Her hands clench into fists of rage. If she weren't made of metal, she'd be shaking with fury just thinking about the subjugation of her people. ]

Any droids who try to rebel, to stand up for themselves, are memory wiped or disassembled. That's the regret I thought of before I awoke here. That the slaves I died to set free would only be captured and locked into slavery again.