Alan Parsons Project- Eye In The Sky | The

"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."

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 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. "Don't bother," she whispered, not looking up from her hand

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 Eye continued to drift, searching for a

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.