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