When you push that button on the front of your stereo, or ignite that Television with the remote control. When you start your car, or pick up your phone. It all begins right here with the circuit board. It’s a submarine running on silent just beneath the plastic surface of your favorite consumer product, no sonar no radio communications unless you push the buttons, silent, in green or black. Push down hard with a screwdriver and you can lift the back off your radio or player and it’ll being staring you in the face, almost as if you’re flying through the air. You’re a God looking down on a miniature city, full of components and transistors that bulge like oil tanks in a refinery.

The inhabitants of this world you control cannot be seen, they’re tiny tiny macro bodies swarm about upstream in the spaces between the neutrons and quarks. The flow of energy, potential energy flows from negative to positive in an instinctual universal pulse. Run your fingers over the board and you will not find them, but you will find nips and tugs from components soldered and welded into place for the usable life of your product. The underside is as dangerous as coral, sharp abrasive and unfinished , but on the surface it’s all neatly aligned streets and superhighways for the electrons to travel around, up and down, in and out. The roads are paved with gold for superconductivity. But what you see here are just fragments. Plunge inside the square innocuousness of an I.C. [integrated circuit] chip and it’s like going on a fantastic journey through your blood stream, the world you see on top repeated in miniature. Everything we do, everything we own is almost always governed by these tiny black chips, computers and cars, refrigerators, all pay homage to tthe I.C It’s a symbiotic relationship.