The Alan Parsons Project- Eye In The Sky -

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

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. 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." "I’m leaving," Elias said, standing up so abruptly

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 smirked, pushing a stack of credits into the center

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 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.

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.