We are Human

"Ah! We have guests. Thomas, come see!" "Ah, indeed we do, hello. Enjoy your stay, and please do not touch the equipment." [Independent RP and Askblog for the robotic personas of Daft Punk, Guy Manuel and Thomas. With a bit of a.. twist. ]

[a-tzu]

trying to talk to your friends about daft punk

[digitaldebauchery]

..Oh.. Ah- Ah.. Oh my. Does anyone know of a ..mechanic? Or.. No, a computer technician would be wonderful too. We've run into a bit of trouble.

That's an understatement oh mon dieu please help there is COFFEE EVERYWHERE.

[digitaldebauchery]

[Grumbles about too many muse ideas. I gotta figure it out. I gotta choose one of these girls :| I love them all and UGHGGGH ]

[digitaldebauchery]

[wow hi big headcanon time. On the robots schematics it shows that guyman has a human heart in his chest. So it made me think what if they had the ability to be powered by a human heart but it was incredibly risky?? Thomas said no, believing it was not worth it. Guyman, on the other hand, took it much against Thomas' objections. It was a success, however Guy continues to be at some risk for it to fail on him. Since Flesh + Electronics = ???? Thomas is happy for him that he can feel that much more human, however feels it was foolish to take the transplant without having it completely tested. You can hear the heart beating if you put your ear to Guyman's chest. c: ]

[fairywodger]

Oh my god, Thomas Bangalter is the biggest fucking dork, I want like five of him.

[gaynfl-moved]

if you ever see me reblog something as a link please dont judge me im sorry im probably on mobile and didnt mean it

[punchbuggy]

Finally finished! Rendered that city all by myself in Blender.

[jinbeizamezama]

Whenever I am sad

I look at gifs of dancing EDM

Look at the happy dancing dorks and be happy

[ask-daftpunk]

ENJOY! :D

- Thomas and Guy

[janskylar]

Visit Original Link

[digitaldebauchery]

Listen to G I R L on iTunes radio!!

[3-little-morons]

Wheatley turned his attention to Guy, rubbing his hands together in a manner that only an evil genius could pull off. He froze as soon as he realized what he was doing and quickly hid his hands again. “What? No.. No.. I’m positive. I’m absolutely fine. One hundred percent. Well.. actually.. I’d rather say 99.5%, if I’d be completely honest with you. Which I am, because you’re my friends and all.”

The AI shrugs, a playful grin on his face. “After all.. I’ve only ever felt like this once before! Except back then.. I had access to neurotoxins.. … …Those make everything easier.. …Even if they didn’t work.. …Which means.. It didn’t make anything easier.. ..so.. well.. ..eheh.. heh.. I’m sorry, what was the question?” Wheatley perked up a little as he dragged himself from the train wreck of a statement.

"Grey faces, you say? Oh well.. Yeh.. Yeh.. I did see one of those. Why do you ask?"

[digitaldebauchery]

Before Guy could continue asking his own escapade of questions to match with the chattering of Wheatley, Thomas simply set his hand on the gold robots shoulder, keeping him quiet for a few short moments.

"The Grey Faced people tend to be malicious ones. So we are simply hoping you did not get into any trouble."

"Yeah.. Good to hear you are alright though! If you ever get problems with them, just give us a heads up."

All this talk of neurotoxins.. ..What was a neurotoxin? ..Well no, Thomas knew exactly what that was, but what was the point of bringing it up? Ah, well it was better to get a closer examination back at the room rather than out here where it risked a scene. ..And neither Thomas or Guy were ones that enjoyed that idea.

"Oi, if you're feeling up for it, let's head back inside, yeah?"

Guy-Man shot Thomas a bit of a disappointed stare, hoping they could enjoy the sun a bit more. "Could I just stay out here a bit longer? It's not often we get to enjoy the sights without a handful of people clamoring around us."

"But.."

">:["

"...."

Thomas sighed, elbowing his shorter counterpart a bit, trying to get him to notice just how strange the other was acting. Come on, use your ears. ..And eyes. .. .. Well they didn't really have ears and eyes but-- You get the point.

"..Well how about whatever Wheatley wants to do we can do?"

Oh merde, Guy. You obviously weren't paying attention. Thomas jerked his head to shoot a look of his own towards the golden robot, only to get a :) face in return. Cheeky.

"..I suppose so."

[thefakefrench-deactivated201812]

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[3-little-morons]

"Hmm..?" The android rocks back and forth on his heels, his hands behind him. Wheatley cycles around so he walks up next to Thomas, a big grin on his face.

"Aw no, mate.. I’m fine, really! Don’t know what you’re talking about, to be honest.."

Suddenly the robot slings an arm around the other’s neck, tugging them down into a headlock. “…After all, you really should be more concerned for yourself.” He squished his arm against the other’s throat, ready to put out that musical voice once and for all.

And he would have succeeded. If robots could breath.

Realizing the flaw in his plan, Wheatley quickly covers up his traitorous act with a playful noogie on top of the other’s shiny helmet. “…I mean.. Your helmet doesn’t scratch, does it? Right..? Eheh.. …right.. then. Sorry about that, buddy. Pal.. mate…” Wheatley awkwardly released the other, laughing nervously as he did so.

[digitaldebauchery]

..Wheatley was acting much more oddly than usual. ..And it seemed Thomas was going to get the brunt of it in the process. The silver robot chuckled quietly, patting the white androids arm lightly. He's never really ..done this kind of thing before.

"..Er.. Good to hear that you're alright."

With Guy simply standing there with a confused question mark flashing on his visor, Thomas took a step back, placing a hand on his helmet to feel around a bit. No scratches, luckily. "Are you sure you're alright, Wheatley?" Guy piped up finally after a few more moments of silence. Guy was normally not one to bud in on things but.. something was off.

Thomas brushed himself off a bit, taking quiet note about the "concern for yourself" comment Wheatley had made. ..Weird. "Were those strange grey humans bothering you? They are a bit troublesome. Luckily Thomas and I have never run into them personally."

[digitaldebauchery]

"..That doesn't sound good."

"Mon dieu."

[digitaldebauchery]

"We are alive!"

"Very much so! Just.. dealing with reality, yes?"

"Musicians are always quite busy, you know."

[3-little-morons]

Do you wanna build a snowman?

"Hey fellas, do you wanna build a snowman?" Wheatley leaned against the hotel door, grinning wildly as he awaited their answer. "Come on, mates… All of the humans are doing it!"

He barely could finish his sentence before the door opened, revealing the two eager Daft Punk musicians all decked out in their winter gear. These robots were going to build the best snowman that mankind had ever seen.

[digitaldebauchery]

"We are completely prepared to build the snowman of the century."

"Let's hope it doesn't collapse on the neighbors house."

[3-little-morons]

Hello? Hello? Are You There?

[3-little-morons]

"The pleasure is all mine! Really.. A real pleasure to meet you both. Best company I’ve had in years!" The android laughs nervously, "Though I suppose that isn’t saying very much.. Here I am, comparing you to a brain damaged mute, some turrets, and a pota—er.. Right. Sorry about that. Got a little distracted for a moment, gents."

Wheatley dips and turns a little, his curiosity absolutely killing him as he looked over the pair. They were fantastic looking! So classy, so shiny. They were nothing like any of the other AI at the facility. If he wasn’t so incredibly smart, he would think they were just humans wearing helmets. Which he totally didn’t think up until this point. He blinks a few times, a dumb grin forming on his pure white face. They were simply amazing, and here they were being so kind to him. This was like a dream come true to the little AI.

Compliments. Ohhhh compliments. Fuel for the mind and ego. He takes a few steps backwards, that dumb grin still planted on his face. “Oh well.. Ha.. Yes, of course this body came from the facility! One of a kind, it is.”

Wheatley stumbles a little, still not used to operating all of these limbs. He mumbles some embarrassed recalibrations as he grips the nearby railing to steady himself. “…But humans everywhere? Really? Aw man.. I haven’t seen a real human in.. …Oh I don’t even know anymore. Been forever. She’s gone now though, in a better place..” He falls silent for a moment, glancing off to the side as he gets lost in thinking about the good old days. He wondered if she ever forgave him. His glowing blue eyes snap back to the pair. “Oh! Ha ha.. Ah… She’s still alive. Honest. Just left, last I heard. That’s all.”

This wasn’t the end of the compliments though. Boy where did this pair come from? They were unlike any other he had ever met! So full of compliments. Some little nagging doubt in the corner of his circuitry told him they were undeserved compliments, but that thought was soon suppressed.

"No no! Not at all.. I’ve been able to hack a variety of things here in the facility. Security access, doors… Jus’ about anything, really. Nothing is unhackable to me, no sir, I’m a professional.” Not that Wheatley was going to mention how many attempts it took before he could successfully hack something. No no.. That wasn’t relevant information at all.

[digitaldebauchery]

It was amusing, seeing each side so curious in one another. Guy was quick to switch between emotes on his helmet, ranging between the :D to the :0 faces. Thomas remained relatively stoic, however was happy to flash the very occasional ? or :) face on his visor. Wheatley was an odd one, he knew that for sure. ..Something was more than meets the eye with this one.. But he seemed friendly enough.

"A professional hacker.. Huh. That must be rather useful"

"Isn't that what we've been looking for, Thomas?"

The silver robot glanced over to Guy-Man, who's attention was perked to its fullest. "..Yes, but I really doubt someone like him would bother with us, Guy. He seems to be busy working here.. It probably pays better here too." Thomas shrugged, chuckled, and turned his attention back to Wheatley, who seemed to be stumbling around a bit. Strange. "We come from ah.. Judging from how we got here, the surface. Living amongst the humans and such.. They are quite head over heels for the music we make for them."

The gold robot clapped his hands together cheerily. "Yes! We are musicians! Humans are just as fascinated about us as we are with them." He nodded, and trotted over to stand beside his counterpart. Despite Thomas' comment, Guy was still incredibly curious about the entire 'hacking' shtick. After all, they were told they could get something here that would assist them in their jobs.. ..But they didn't mention anything about that 'something' being a robot.