"I’m leaving," Elias said, standing up so abruptly his chair scraped the floor.
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." "I’m leaving," Elias said, standing up so abruptly
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. He felt a sudden, crushing weight—the realization that
Elias smirked, pushing a stack of credits into the center. "I believe in the game, not the ghost in the machine."