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The ESD Handbook
The ESD Handbook
Steven H. Voldman
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10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
To My Wife
Betsy H. Brown
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Contents
2 ESD in Manufacturing 21
2.1 Flooring 21
2.1.1 Question: Why is Flooring an ESD Issue? 21
2.2 Work Surfaces 21
2.2.1 Why are Worksurfaces an ESD Issue? 21
2.3 Garments 22
2.3.1 Question: Do Garments Play a Role in Charging of Products? 22
2.4 Wrist Straps 22
2.4.1 Why are Wrist Straps Required in a Manufacturing Environment? 22
2.5 Shoes – Footwear 22
2.5.1 How Do Shoes Influence Tribocharging? 22
2.6 Ionization 23
2.6.1 What is the Role of Ionization in Manufacturing? 23
2.7 Clean Rooms 24
2.7.1 Seating 24
2.7.1.1 Why are Chairs a Charging Issue? 24
2.8 Carts 26
2.8.1 Why are Carts an ESD Issue? 26
2.9 Shipping Tubes 26
2.9.1 Why are Shipping Tubes a Problem? 26
2.10 Trays 27
2.10.1 What Application are Sensitive to ESD in Trays? 27
2.11 Measurements 27
2.11.1 Packaging and Shipping 27
2.11.2 ESD Identification 27
2.12 Verification 28
2.12.1 ESD Program Management – Twelve Steps to Building an ESD Strategy 28
2.13 Audit 28
2.13.1 ESD Program Auditing 28
2.14 Triboelectric Charging – How Does it Happen? 29
2.15 Conductors, Semiconductors, and Insulators 30
2.16 Static Dissipative Materials 30
2.17 ESD and Materials 31
2.18 Electrification and Coulomb’s Law 31
2.18.1 Electrification by Friction 32
2.18.2 Electrification by Induction 32
Contents ix
2.51 EMI 50
2.52 EMC 50
2.53 Summary and Closing Comments 50
References 50
3 ESD Standards 55
3.1 Factory – Flooring 55
3.1.1 Factory – Worksurfaces 55
3.1.2 Factory – Ionization 55
3.1.3 Factory – Garments 55
3.1.4 Factory – Wrist Straps 55
3.1.5 Factory – Grounding 56
3.2 Factory – Resistance Measurement of Materials 56
3.2.1 Components – HBM 56
3.2.2 Components – MM 56
3.2.3 Components – CDM 57
3.2.4 Components – SDM 57
3.2.5 Components – TLP 57
3.2.6 Components – VF-TLP 57
3.2.7 Systems – IEC 61000-4-2 58
3.2.8 Systems – Cable Discharge Event (CDE) 58
3.2.9 Components – HMM 58
3.3 JEDEC 58
3.4 International Electro-Technical Commission (IEC) 59
3.5 IEEE 59
3.6 Department of Defense (DOD) 59
3.7 Military Standards 59
3.8 SAE 60
3.9 Summary and Closing Comments 60
Questions and Answers 60
References 61
4 ESD Testing 65
4.1 Electrostatic Discharge (ESD) Testing 65
4.2 ESD Models 65
4.2.1 Human Body Model (HBM) 66
4.2.2 HBM Pulse Waveform 67
4.2.3 HBM Equivalent Circuit Model 67
4.2.4 HBM Tester Source 67
4.3 HBM Test System 69
4.4 HBM Two-pin Test System 69
4.5 Machine Model (MM) 69
4.5.1 MM Equivalent Circuit 69
4.5.2 MM Pulse Waveform 70
4.5.3 ESD MM Tester Source 70
Contents xi
7.17.6 EOS Failure Mechanisms – Printed Circuit Board (PCB) to Chip Failures 268
7.17.7 EOS Failure Mechanisms – Reverse Insertion 268
7.18 EOS Bond Pad and Interconnect Failure 269
7.18.1 EOS Failure – Packaging Failure 269
7.18.1.1 Electrical Overstress – Packaging Ablation 269
7.19 Summary and Closing Comments 272
References 273
9.28 ESD Protection Networks for Self-bias Well OCD Networks 417
9.29 Programmable Impedance Off-chip Driver (OCD) Network 418
9.30 ESD Input Protection Networks for Programmable Impedance Off-chip
Drivers 422
9.31 Universal Off-chip Drivers 423
9.32 Gate Array Off-chip Driver Design 423
9.32.1 Gate Array Off-chip Driver ESD Design Practices 423
9.32.2 Gate Array OCD Design – Usage of Unused Elements 423
9.33 Gate Array OCD Design – Impedance Matching of Unused Elements 425
9.34 OCD ESD Design – Power Rails Over Multi-finger MOSFETs 426
9.35 Off-chip Driver: Gate-modulated MOSFET ESD Network 427
9.36 Off-chip Driver Simplified Gate Modulated Network 428
9.37 Off-chip Drivers ESD Design: Integration of Coupling and Ballasting
Techniques 428
9.38 Ballasting and Coupling 429
9.39 MOSFET Source-initiated Gate-bootstrapped Resistor Ballasted Multi-finger
MOSFET with Diode 429
9.40 MOSFET Source-initiated Gate-bootstrapped Resistor Ballasted Multi-finger
MOSFET with a MOSFET 430
9.41 Gate-coupled Domino Resistor-ballasted MOSFET 431
9.42 Substrate-modulated Resistor Ballasted MOSFET 433
9.43 Summary and Closing Comments 434
Problems 435
References 437
10.18 Design Synthesis of ESD Power Clamp – The ESD Power Clamp Shunting
Element 449
10.19 ESD Power Clamp Trigger Condition vs. Shunt Failure 450
10.20 ESD Clamp Element – Width Scaling 450
10.21 ESD Clamp Element – On-resistance 450
10.22 ESD Clamp Element – Safe Operating Area (SOA) 451
10.23 ESD Power Clamp Issues 451
10.24 ESD Power Clamp Issues – Power-up and Power-down 451
10.25 ESD Power Clamp Issues – False Triggering 452
10.26 ESD Power Clamp Issues – Pre-charging 452
10.27 ESD Power Clamp Issues – Post-charging 452
10.28 ESD Power Clamp Design 453
10.28.1 Native Power Supply RC-Triggered MOSFET ESD Power Clamp 453
10.28.2 Non-Native Power Supply RC-triggered MOSFET ESD Power Clamp 453
10.28.3 ESD Power Clamp Networks with Improved Inverter Stage Feedback 454
10.28.4 CMOS RC-trigger Clamp with CMOS PFET Half-latch Keeper Feedback 454
10.28.5 CMOS RC-trigger Clamp with CMOS PFET Full-latch Keeper Feedback 454
10.29 ESD Power Clamp Design Synthesis – Forward Bias Triggered ESD Power
Clamps 456
10.29.1 ESD Power Clamp Design Synthesis – IEC 61000-4-2 Responsive ESD Power
Clamps 456
10.29.2 ESD Power Clamp Design Synthesis – Pre-charging and Post-charging
Insensitive ESD Power Clamps 457
10.29.3 Master/Slave ESD Power Clamp Systems 457
10.30 Series Stacked RC-triggered ESD Power Clamps 459
10.30.1 ESD Power Clamps – Triple Well Series Diodes as Core Clamps 459
10.31 Triple Well Diode String ESD Power Clamp 463
10.31.1 Triple Well ESD Power Clamp Network with Independent N-Band Voltage
Bias 463
10.32 Bipolar ESD Power Clamps 464
10.32.1 Bipolar Voltage-Triggered ESD Power Clamps 464
10.32.2 Bipolar ESD Power Clamp – Zener Breakdown Voltage-Triggered 465
10.32.3 Bipolar ESD Power Clamp – BVCEO Voltage Triggered ESD Power Clamp 466
10.32.4 The Johnson Limit Relationship 466
10.33 ESD Power Clamp Design Synthesis – Bipolar ESD Power Clamps 469
10.33.1 Mixed Voltage Interface Forward-bias Voltage and BVCEO-Breakdown
Synthesized Bipolar ESD Power Clamps 471
10.33.2 Ultra-low-voltage Forward-biased Voltage-trigger BiCMOS ESD Power
Clamp 476
10.34 Bipolar ESD Power Clamps with Frequency Trigger Elements:
Capacitance-triggered 480
10.35 Silicon Controlled Rectifier Power Clamps 481
10.35.1 ESD Silicon Controlled Rectifier (SCR) Circuits 481
10.35.2 Uni-Directional Silicon Controlled Rectifier (SCR) 481
10.35.3 Bi-directional Silicon Controlled Rectifier (SCR) ESD Power Clamps 482
Contents xxi
There was not much she could do for him except bathe again his
face and hands. He asked for a drink, and Betty propped him up with
her arm while she held the tin cup to his lips. Exhausted by the effort,
he sank back to the pillow and panted. All the supple strength of his
splendid youth had been drained from him. The muscles were lax,
the movements of the body feeble.
Sunken eyes stared at her without recognition. “Sure I’ll take your
hand, and say ‘Thank you’ too. You’re the best little scout, the best
ever.”
She took the offered hand and pressed it gently. “Yes, but now you
must rest. You’ve been sick.”
“A Boche got me.” His wandering subconscious thoughts flowed into
other memories. “Zero hour, boys. Over the top and give ’em hell.”
Then, without any apparent break from one theme to another, his
thick voice fell to a cunning whisper. “There’s a joint on South Clark
Street where I can get it.”
Into his disjointed mutterings her name came at times, spoken
always with a respect that was almost reverence. And perhaps a
moment later his voice would ring out clear and crisp in directions to
the men working under him. Subjects merged into each other
inconsequently—long-forgotten episodes of school days, college
larks, murmured endearments to the mother who had died many
years since. Listening to him, Betty knew that she was hearing
revelations of a soul masculine but essentially clean.
A sound startled her, the click of the latch. She turned her head
swiftly as the door opened. Fear drenched her heart. The man on the
threshold was Prowers. He had come out of a strong white light and
at first could see nothing in the dark cabin.
Betty watched him as he stood there, his bleached blue eyes
blinking while they adjusted themselves to another focus.
“What do you want?” she asked sharply, the accent of alarm in her
voice.
“A woman, by jiminy by jinks!” The surprise in his squeaky voice was
pronounced. He moved forward to the bed. “Clint Reed’s girl. Where
you come from? How’d you get here?”
She had drawn back to the wall at the head of the bed in order to
keep a space between them. Her heart was racing furiously. His cold
eyes, with the knife-edge stab in them, held hers fast.
“I came in over the snow to nurse him.”
“Alone?”
“No. Mr. Merrick’s with me.”
“Where?”
“At the top of the hill. He broke a ski.”
“Where’s Don?”
“Gone to meet him. They’ll be here in a minute.”
A cunning, impish grin broke the lines of the man’s leathery face. He
remembered that he had come prepared to be surprised to hear of
Hollister’s wound. “Nurse who?” he asked suavely.
“Mr. Hollister, the engineer driving the tunnel.”
“Sick, is he?” He scarcely took the trouble to veil his rancorous
malice. It rode him, voice, manner, and mocking eye. His mouth was
a thin straight line, horribly cruel.
“Some one shot him—last night—through the window.” She knew
now that he had done it or had had it done. The sense of outrage, of
horror at his unhuman callousness, drove the fear out of her bosom.
Her eyes accused him, though her tongue made no charge.
“Shot him, by jiminy by jinks! Why, Daniels had ought to put the
fellow in the calaboose. Who did it?”
“I don’t know. Do you?” she flashed back.
His evil grin derided her. “How would I know, my dear?”
He drew up a chair and sat down. The girl did not move. Rigid and
watchful, she did not let her eye waver from him for an instant.
He nodded toward the delirious man. “Will he make it?”
“I don’t know.”
“Doc seen him yet?”
“No.”
“Glad I came. I can help nurse him.” He cut short a high cackle of
laughter to ask a question. “What’s yore gun for, dearie? You
wouldn’t throw it on poor Jake Prowers, would you?”
He was as deadly as dynamite, she thought, more treacherous than
a rattlesnake. She wanted to cry out her horror at him. To see him
sitting there, humped up like a spider, not three feet from the man he
had tried to murder, filled her with repulsion. There was more in her
feeling than that; a growing paralysis of terror lest he might reach out
and in a flash complete the homicide he had attempted.
She tried to reason this away. He dared not do it, with her here as a
witness, with two men drawing closer every minute. Don Black had
told her that he wouldn’t strike in the open, and the range rider had
known him more years than she had lived. But the doubt remained.
She did not know what he would do. Since she did not live in the
same world as he, it was not possible for her to follow his thought
processes.
Then, with no previous intimation that his delirium had dropped from
him, the wounded man startled Betty by asking a rational question.
“Did you come to see how good a job you’d done?” he said quietly to
Prowers.
The cowman shook his head, still with the Satanic grin. “No job of
mine, son. I’m thorough.”
“Your orders, but maybe not your hand,” Hollister insisted feebly.
Betty moved into his line of vision, and to his startled brain the
motion of her was like sweet unearthly music. He looked silently at
her for a long moment.
“Am I still out of my head?” he asked. “It’s not really you, is it?”
“Yes,” she said, very gently. “You mustn’t talk.”
“In Black’s cabin, aren’t we?”
“Yes.”
“Shot through the window, Black told me. Remember, if I don’t get
well, it was this man or Cig that did it.”
“I’ll remember,” she promised. “But you’re going to get well. Don’t
talk, please.”
“Just one thing. What are you doing here?”
“I came to look after you. Now that’s all—please.”
He said no more, in words. But the eyes of sick men are like those of
children. They tell the truth. From them is stripped the veil woven by
time and the complexities of life.
Sounds of voices on the hillside drifted to the cabin. Betty’s heart
leaped joyfully. Friends were at hand. It was too late now for Prowers
to do any harm even if it was in his mind.
The voices approached the cabin. The girl recognized that of
Merrick, strong and dominant and just a little heavy. She heard
Black’s drawling answer, without being able to distinguish the words.
The door opened. Four men came into the room. The two who
brought up the rear were Dr. Rayburn and Lon Forbes.
“Oh, Lon!” Betty cried, and went to him with a rush. “I’m awf’ly glad
you came.”
She clung to him, trembling, a sob in her throat.
The rawboned foreman patted her shoulder with a touch of
embarrassment. “There—there, honey, ’s all right. Why didn’t you
wait for old Lon instead o’ hoppin’ away like you done?”
Prowers tilted back his chair on two legs and chirped up with satiric
comment. “We got quite a nice party present. Any late arrivals not
yet heard from?”
Both Lon and Justin Merrick were taken aback. In the darkness they
had not yet recognized the little man.
The foreman spoke dryly. “Might ’a’ known it. Trouble and Jake
Prowers hunt in couples. Always did.”
“I could get a right good testimonial from Mr. Lon Forbes,” the
cowman said, with his high cackle of splenetic laughter. “Good old
Lon, downright an’ four-square, always a booster for me.”
Betty whispered. “He’s an awful man, Lon. I’m scared of him. I didn’t
know any minute what he was going to do. Oh, I am glad you came.”
“Same here,” Lon replied. “Don’t you be scared, Betty. He can’t do a
thing—not a thing.”
Merrick had been taking off his skis. He came up to Betty now. “Did
he annoy you—say anything or—?”
“No, Justin.” A shiver ran down her spine. “He just looked and
grinned. I wanted to scream. He shot Mr. Hollister. I know he did. Or
had it done by that Cig.”
“Yes. I don’t doubt that.”
The doctor, disencumbered of impedimenta of snowshoes and
wraps, fussed forward to the bedside. “Well, let’s see—let’s see
what’s wrong here.”
He examined the wound, effervesced protests and questions, and
prepared for business with the bustling air that characterized him.
“Outa the room now—all but Miss Reed and one o’ you men. Lon,
you’ll do.”
“I’ll stay,” announced Merrick with decision.
“All right. All right. I want some clean rags, Black. You got plenty of
hot water, I see. Clear out, boys.”
“You don’t need a good nurse, Doc?” Prowers asked, not without
satiric malice. He was playing with fire, and he knew it. Everybody in
the room suspected him of this crime. He felt a perverted enjoyment
in their hostility.
Black chose this moment to make his declaration of independence.
“I’d light a shuck outa here if I was you, Jake, an’ I wouldn’t come
back, seems to me.”
The cold, bleached eyes of the cowman narrowed. “You’re givin’ me
that advice as a friend, are you, Don?” he asked.
The range rider’s jaw stopped moving. In his cheek the tobacco quid
stuck out. His face, habitually set to the leathery imperturbability of
his calling, froze now to an expressionless mask.
“I’m sure givin’ you that advice,” he said evenly.
“I don’t hear so awful good, Don. As a friend, did you say?” The little
man cupped an ear with one hand in ironic mockery.
Black’s gaze was hard as gun-metal. “I said I’d hit the trail for home if
I was you, Jake, an’ I’d stay there for a spell with kinda low visibility
like they said in the war.”
“I getcha, Don.” Prowers shot a blast of cold lightning from under his
scant brows. “I can take a hint without waitin’ for a church to fall on
me. Rats an’ a sinkin’ ship, eh? You got a notion these fellows are
liable to win out on me, an’ you want to quit while the quittin’ is good.
I been wonderin’ for quite a while if you wasn’t yellow.”
“Don’t do that wonderin’ out loud, Jake,” the other warned quietly. “If
you do, you’ll sure enough find out.”
The little man laughed scornfully, met in turn defiantly the eyes of
Betty, Merrick, and Forbes, turned on his heel, and sauntered out.