In The Sky - The Alan Parsons Project- Eye

"Where will you go?" the woman asked. "The Eye is everywhere. It’s in the satellites, the cameras, the very air you breathe."

"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." 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. "Where will you go

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 Eye knows your heart rate

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

Elias smirked, pushing a stack of credits into the center. "I believe in the game, not the ghost in the machine."