The Alan Parsons Project- Eye In The Sky -

Elias smirked, pushing a stack of credits into the center. "I believe in the game, not the ghost in the machine."

In a city where the sky was never truly dark, the Great Eye pulsed with a soft, neon rhythm. It was a massive, floating lens that drifted above the spires, an omnipresent watcher that saw every handshake, every secret, and every fleeting glance.

In the silence of his own mind, he finally found the blind spot. The Eye continued to drift, searching for a signal that Elias had finally decided to stop sending. 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.

Elias was a card player in the low-light districts, a man who lived by the math of chance. He prided himself on his "poker face," a mask so perfect that even his closest rivals couldn't tell if he held an ace or a handful of dust. But lately, he felt a prickle on the back of his neck. Elias smirked, pushing a stack of credits into the center

He sat at a velvet-covered table, the holographic cards shimmering before him. Across from him sat a woman in a silver coat, her eyes reflecting the digital glow of the room.

"I’m leaving," Elias said, standing up so abruptly his chair scraped the floor. In the silence of his own mind, he

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.