It's pretty much undeniable, our lives revolve around some form of currency. It's always a joy to find some money that wasn't yours, or anyone's really, just lost property of the world, or maybe lost property of some fool recently a few cents poorer. We view lost pennies as something to wish on, something to drop into fountains, into wells, something to work some unexplainable superstitions. What if it was the other way around? What if those very pennies weren't all they seem to be?