A great roar echoes to all corners of the Earth, and a shadow rises slowly from the Pacific Ocean. It towers into the clouds, and spreads dark wings that blot out the sun. It can be seen from space, this monstrosity, green and pulpy, with a horrific face ending in tentacles and great talons at the end of massive arms. Existential dread fills the hearts of all who look upon this mighty beast, risen from its dreams to awaken its ancient masters and end the planet. It roars again, and the very fabric of the universe shakes.
The world looks up at the monster. They wonder why it wants to destroy them as it begins lumbering toward Europe. It still stretches its wings, flexing them after long eons of disuse, preparing to fly once more. The world clutches its loved ones close, as though that will provide mutual protection from this primeval monstrosity. Nobody wonders who will save them, for they are sure that they are beyond saving. Civilization will be the last great folly of humanity, millennia of existence come to naught.
And then the music.
The entire world can hear the music. It faintly calls to mind the melodies heard in 70s dance clubs, but with a digital twang that only two men in the world could possibly deliver. These men know no fear, not even from this horror, for they have not been men of flesh and blood for more than a decade. Those who recognize the song rejoice, for they know it to be “Get Lucky,” and they know that Daft Punk has not forsaken them.
Thomas Bangalter and Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo, sequined tuxedos glittering in the Atlantic sunset, appear to defend their people. The beast trembles. It knows it cannot stand against these mechanical protectors of humanity. They have the faith of all mankind behind them, and they will not yield. They cannot.
The beast clutches its head. Their song hurts it. They tear off its great wings, which evaporate as though from a great heat. It swings its arms blindly, but it cannot hurt Daft Punk. Not with the world on the line. Their machine voices begin to chant the lyrics to the song, and the beast cannot endure. It follows the example of its wings and disappears, never to haunt the Earth again.
Thomas high-fives Guy-Manuel, because the entire human race just got lucky.