"As long as you like," murmured the priest. The concrete beneath him was taking on the consistency of mud and he was slowly sinking into it. "Have you ever seen such a rain...?"

He does not applaud Geron's speech - a few scattered claps come from the various menials and magi who are shaken out of their supernatural reverie, but it quickly trails off to silence. There is some far more enthusiastic applause from the small group of attendants and hangers-on, but it feels thin and hollow in the vastness of this dead machine. The steady pounding rainbeat drowns everything out.

This particular priest did not have any valuable implants - his identifying marks announce him as a mid-ranking bureaucrat responsible for water management, not any kind of combat specialist. You do notice a nearby body has been neatly opened up and relevant cybernetics have been extracted in perhaps a similar way you were intending to. Draupnir has gotten here first, after all - their servitors rove all about, mindlessly performing their functions - and they no doubt have some arcane machinery that allows them to identify the most valuable items for themselves.