Over the past year, I’ve had many disquieting realizations — that the American voter is more forgiving of insurrections than inflation, that being 37 means having one bad knee (and another not particularly good one), and that the New York Mets made a pact with Satan in the fall of 1986, for which subsequent generations of fans would eternally pay. But my most unsettling epiphany may have been this: Robots can now do much of my job better than I can. For a decade, I have made a living partly by synthesizing news articles and academic studies into accessible explainers, which white-co...

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