Digital himbio - we are different

Wow.
Time flies faster than you can even comprehend what happened a minute ago; before you can blink, it's already 2029. Holidays have become duller, optimism has become just a word. Weekdays feel strange, as if the day lasts not 24 hours, but 12. But evenings, I admit, always remain much calmer amidst all the city noise that fills my head.
In the kitchen, the radio began to quietly beep, and the uncertain voice of a rookie reporter was heard, covered by white noise.
His voice was a background noise, unimportant, somewhat disruptive in the silence that had been just a few seconds earlier. And yet, I singled out one interesting phrase from his monologue:

"A panel of IT analysts from Switzerland, the UK, Germany, and the US recorded breakthroughs by the end of the day. Conference participants endorsed the innovative approach outlined in the papers presented…" But of all the formalism, only one sentence caught my attention: "A group of IT analysts presented AI and robotics that accumulate experience based on embedded patterns of 'reflexes and instincts.' The systems are designed for dangerous and complex work—with chemical reagents, samples, and equipment on infrastructure…"

I wasn't the least bit perplexed by this news. In my mind, it looked like a stupid machine that had been eaten away by acid during the first days of testing.
Despite my skepticism, this program completely drained me of energy; I needed to rest.

A week has passed since that evening. Wow, I wasn't wrong when I said how quickly time flies. Tuesday morning promised to be calm, but out the window I saw something that stood out from the general springtime scenery, and it immediately caught my eye: the sky was a strange, reddish hue, the horizon was clear, not a cloud in sight, and the sun was shining brightly. No, not brightly, it was as if I'd been blinded by a spotlight. The weather was, to put it mildly, peculiar. Perhaps it was the climate? No. It definitely wasn't the climate. The courtyard was no better. There were no people at all.

• Day off, - I thought.
• A weekday, - flashed through my head.
  Oh my god. Where is all that noise?