On September 21, I took a long tram ride through Tesla’s factory in Fremont, Calif. It was a marvel for a white-collar kid from the suburbs: helmeted men and women working in partnership amid a Jurassic Park of swinging robot arms inside 3.7 million square feet of industrial space — the equivalent, my notes show, of about 64 NFL football fields, including the end zones.
On that same trip, I accomplished something California’s state investigators never did in the course of an eight-year probe: I actually went to Tesla.






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