The Alan Parsons Project- Eye In The Sky -

The lyrics of an old song he’d heard in the archives began to loop in his head. Something about being a "maker of rules" and "dealing with fools." He realized then that he wasn't playing against the woman in silver. He was playing against the sky.

He threw his cards down. They were winning cards, a perfect sequence. But he didn't feel like a winner. He felt like a specimen. The Alan Parsons Project- Eye in the Sky

Elias walked out into the cool night air. He looked straight up, directly into the iris of the Great Eye. He didn't flinch. He didn't hide. He simply closed his own eyes, finding the only place left where the watcher couldn't follow. The lyrics of an old song he’d heard

As Elias looked up, he saw the shadow of the Eye passing over the skylight. For a moment, the room was bathed in an eerie, synthetic blue. He felt a sudden, crushing weight—the realization that his privacy was an illusion he had carefully curated for an audience of one. He threw his cards down

"Don't bother," she whispered, not looking up from her hand. "The Eye knows your heart rate. it knows the sweat on your palms before you do."

"Where will you go?" the woman asked. "The Eye is everywhere. It’s in the satellites, the cameras, the very air you breathe."