The story behind an online gamer’s suicide.

The story of TWA Flight 841.

How can you know if you’re about to get replaced by an invading algorithm or an augmented immigrant? “If your job can be easily explained, it can be automated,” Anders Sandberg, of Oxford’s Future of Humanity Institute, tells Oppenheimer. “If it can’t, it won’t.” (Rotten luck for people whose job description is “Predict the future.”)

On the private, for-profit probation industry.

Profiling the sleepy reality tv star.

On the lawyers who defend Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, Jared Loughner and Whitey Bulger.

Explaining the explainer.

The author, age 96, on the end.

A Stockholm prostitute is found hacked apart in a dumpster, her head is never found. Two accomplished doctors, confirmed creeps, are arrested. Uncertainty endures.

For the first time since exposing the atrocities at Abu Ghraib, Joe Darby speaks out.

On the grief that comes with losing livestock.

'It’s raised the bar,' Craig finally conceded. 'It’s fucking raised the bar.'

Fears of witchcraft leave a trail of dismembered bodies in Buenaventura, Colombia.

“This is Britain in 2017. A Britain that increasingly looks like a “managed” democracy. Paid for by a US billionaire. Using military-style technology. Delivered by Facebook. And enabled by us.”

The author spends time with the reporters fighting to keep news alive in an age when the forces they cover are working equally hard to destroy them.

How one obscure sentence upset the New York Times.

On Colonel Muammar Qaddafi, “the permanent revolutionary,” and his son Seif.

On the relationship between rivalry and creativity.

Why don’t police catch serial rapists?

Timothy Brown was diagnosed with HIV in the ’90s. In 2006, he found that a new, unrelated disease threatened his life: leukemia. After chemo failed, doctors resorted to a bone marrow transplant. That transplant erased any trace of HIV from his body, and may hold the secret of curing AIDS.

Two days after the Japanese tsunami, after the waves had left their destruction, as rescue workers searched the ruins, news came of an almost surreal survival: Miles out at sea, a man was found, alone, riding on nothing but the roof of his house.

“You are reading this because you have no idea what NASA is doing. And NASA, tongue-tied by jargon, can’t figure out how to tell you. But the agency is engaged in work that can be more enduring and far-reaching than anything else this country is paying for.”