The Alan Parsons Project- Eye In The Sky Site

"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 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. The Alan Parsons Project- Eye in the Sky

"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." "Where will you go

"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." For a moment, the room was bathed in

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.