The employees wear color-coded shirts depending on what job they are assigned, and are paid in credits, which they can use for everything from delicious CloudBurgers to an extra five minutes in their morning shower.
The company employs a huge segment of the American populace and houses them in live-work facilities.
All of their products are delivered by drone. What’s left is Cloud: a sort of on steroids. Global warming has taken its toll, and we learn that something called the Black Friday Massacres caused virtually all brick & mortar retailers in the U.S. The Warehouse takes place a few decades from now. (If you read the book-and you should-I urge you not to skip ahead I guarantee that The Warehouse is such an exciting novel that you’ll be completely caught up in it.) The final paragraph explains who Maria Fernandes is and why the book is dedicated to her, and at that point it all makes sense and has an unexpectedly powerful impact. Until, that is, I finished the book and read the acknowledgments section. In this case, I did not I assumed it was a friend or relative of the author, turned the page, and didn’t think anything else of it. The first thing I saw when I opened The Warehouse was the dedication: “For Maria Fernandes.” As a rule, I don’t pay a lot of attention to dedications in books, unless I happen to recognize the name of the dedicatee.
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