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For the past decade, we have been living in what futurists called the "Content Tsunami." It was an era of glut, of endless rows of tiles on a dozen different streaming services, of podcast feeds that stretched to the heat death of the universe, and of a TikTok algorithm so terrifyingly prescient that it knew you were sad about your ex three hours before you did. It knew what you would tolerate