The Alan Parsons Project- Eye In The Sky ◆

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. The Alan Parsons Project- Eye in the Sky

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 lyrics of an old song he’d heard

"Where will you go?" the woman asked. "The Eye is everywhere. It’s in the satellites, the cameras, the very air you breathe." In a city where the sky was never