Printing Money A Sonnet
You can’t photocopy banknotes

My challenge: Write a sonnet about a card drawn randomly from the game Dominion.
Do you want more money? Just mint it, Do you want more money? Just print it. Print your own money? Not so fast. Gonna print some money? Oops EURion. Fix EURion with Photoshop? Oops Gotcha. Can’t print money. It’s illegal. No need for that. Just can’t do it.

The EURion constellation (also known as Omron rings or doughnuts is a pattern of symbols incorporated into a number of secure documents such as banknotes and ownership title certificates designs worldwide since about 1996. It is added to help imaging software detect the presence of such a document in a digital image. Such software can then block the user from reproducing banknotes to prevent counterfeiting using colour photocopiers.
Source EURion constellation wikipedia
In addition to the EURion constellation there is another system that is so secretive that it has no name some people just call it Gotcha.
Counterfeit Deterrence System (CDS)
I would love to discuss this new system in this section of the article, but here’s the deal. I, and pretty much everyone else, has no idea how it actually works! This system is incredibly secretive and also incredibly effective.
Even Photoshop will refuse to edit a picture of part of a banknote using its software. Even when you block out the EURion Constellation, the software will still detect it as money and generate an ‘Error’ sign.
From ABC Science Why can’t you photocopy money
This is day 2 of Sonnet week
Each day I’ll include an example of a sonnet from other writers on medium as well a classical or modern example.
The World Is Too Much With Us
BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers; — Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.
Written In The Stars by Christina M. Ward
Jim McAulay🍁had to disable the carbon monoxide detector in his house. The constant beeping made him feel sick,dizzy and gave him a headache 😜
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