Silane is an inorganic compound with chemical formula, SiH4. It is a colourless, flammable gas with a sharp, repulsive smell, somewhat similar to that of acetic acid. Silane is of practical interest as a precursor to elemental silicon.
Silane may also refer to many compounds containing silicon, such as trichlorosilane (SiHCl3) , tetramethylsilane (Si(CH3)4) and silane methacrylate (H2C=C(CH3)CO2(CH2)3Si(OCH3)3).
Industrially, silane is produced from metallurgical grade silicon in a two-step process. In the first step, powdered silicon is reacted with hydrogen chloride at about 300 °C to produce trichlorosilane, HSiCl3, along with hydrogen gas, according to the chemical equation:
The trichlorosilane is then boiled on a resinous bed containing a catalyst which promotes the formation of silane and silicon tetrachloride according to the chemical equation:
The most commonly used catalysts for this process are metal halides, particularly aluminium chloride. This is referred to as a redistribution reaction, which is a double displacement involving the same central element. It may also be thought of as a disproportionation reaction even though there is no change in the oxidation number for silicon (Si has a nominal oxidation number IV in all three species). However, the utility of the oxidation number concept for a covalent molecule, even a polar covalent molecule, is ambiguous. The silicon atom could be rationalized as having the highest formal oxidation state and partial positive charge in SiCl4 and the lowest formal oxidation state in SiH4 since Cl is far more electronegative than is H.
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