The Cleanroom Silence

INSIDE THE CLEANROOM, THE AIR IS FILTERED TO A DEGREE THAT FEELS UNNATURAL. THE CONSTANT DOWNWARD FLOW OF AIR MUFFLES EVERY SOUND, CREATING A SILENCE THAT IS BOTH OPPRESSIVE AND SACRED. WRAPPED IN A POLYESTER SUIT, YOU ARE REDUCED TO A GHOST, A NECESSARY EVIL IN THE BIRTHPLACE OF THE MACHINE.

WE HANDLE THE WAFERS WITH THE CARE OF PRIESTS HANDLING RELICS. A SINGLE PARTICLE OF HUMAN DUST CAN DESTROY A MILLION DOLLARS OF LABOR. BUT AS I LOOK AT THE MICROSCOPIC CIRCUITS, I WONDER: WHO IS THIS HARDWARE FOR? THE SILENCE OF THE CLEANROOM IS THE SILENCE OF THE FACTORY BEFORE THE STORM. IT IS THE CALM OF A PRODUCTION LINE THAT NEVER STOPS, CREATING THE BRAINS FOR A FUTURE THAT MIGHT NOT HAVE A PLACE FOR US.