Project- Eye In The Sky: The Alan Parsons

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.

Elias smirked, pushing a stack of credits into the center. "I believe in the game, not the ghost in the machine." The Alan Parsons Project- Eye in the Sky

"Where will you go?" the woman asked. "The Eye is everywhere. It’s in the satellites, the cameras, the very air you breathe." As Elias looked up, he saw the shadow

"It's not a ghost," she replied. "It’s a mirror. It doesn't just watch you; it reads your mind. It knows the 'lies' you're telling yourself." Elias smirked, pushing a stack of credits into the center

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.

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.