The Alan Parsons Project- Eye In The Sky File

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.

"I’m leaving," Elias said, standing up so abruptly his chair scraped the floor. 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

"Where will you go?" the woman asked. "The Eye is everywhere. It’s in the satellites, the cameras, the very air you breathe." "I’m leaving," Elias said, standing up so abruptly

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.