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Thruster's marketers describe their product as a Personal Truth Verifier, different from its recognized cousin, the polygraph. You know, that is the gritty real-world lie detector where sweaty guys in fedoras wire you up under bright lights. Trustier is way more high-tech and user-friendly. You plug your phone into a simple little sensing oral appliance connect it for your computer. Then the software gets control of. According to the owner's Links Of London Bracelets manual, it uses "an ingenious new algorithm to detect vocal stress" and identifies shades of truth. Lying, it seems like, produces subtle "micro tremors" of tension in one's vocal cords that normally go undetected but could be acquired by Trustier. With each sentence or a reaction to a question, it flashes an email: "Truth." "Inaccurate." "Slightly Inaccurate." "Subject Not Sure." "False." Little graphs and electronic squiggles chart your conversation just like a type of psychic seismometer. I've a weight problem all my life. My parents bought me "huskies" while I would grammar school. I wasn't a very active kid. My parents always provided 3 good meals personally daily. School lunches were actually nutritious in those days. They weren't anything like they are now with pizza, tacos, hamburgers, sausages, fried potatoes, sweet sodas and all forms of chips and desserts. I hear french fries would be the main course especially with school girls. Today's kids do not have the opportunity.