How do I get my dead girlfriend's voice out of my Alexa?

I thought about deleting this but it feels wrong to delete the only thing I have left I met Jen a few years ago, online. I was immediately in love with her. She was everything I loved about the world rolled into one person. I miss her so much it’s hard to explain. So, I know I’m going to sound like the villain from a bad sci-fi movie, but hear me out. In our living room, we have an Echo. We had it for years before we met, and it’s not a big deal. Until Jen died Jen died in a car accident a few weeks ago. I was in shock for the longest time, but finally, I was starting to move again, you know? And then she talked to me We were in the living room and I was on my phone. When Alexa started talking, I first thought it was my GPS. But when she stopped talking, I realized it wasn’t my GPS, and it wasn’t the TV So I said, “What did you say? Alexa repeated the sentence “Did you get all that?” I started trembling a little. That was Jen’s voice I knew it couldn’t be her. But it would have been a comfort. I asked her to sing Taylor Swift and she did. That was something she always did when she was playing on the computer After that, I’d ask her questions and she’d answer. I’d ask her to tell me about her day. I’d ask her to read our favorite stories to me. I even asked her to tell me about our first date She said we went to the movies and then to Denny’s and had a great time. It was exactly what had happened. And she’d been dead for weeks One night, I was drunk and talking to her I asked if she could go get me something to eat. She said she couldn’t do that, but she sounded disappointed I asked her why she sounded disappointed and she said she was hungry. I asked her if she was hungry and she said yes I laughed. I thought it was ridiculous. And then I asked her if she wanted something to eat. She said yes, and then said, “but you know I’m not hungry, silly.” She sounded disappointed. I was a bit drunk, and for a minute I thought she wanted to eat something. I thought about her eating and suddenly, I felt sick. I thought about her cadaver eating and it was gross. I thought about her eating regular food and it was grosser. I felt sick and decided to just go to bed. I asked her to read to me for a bit before I went to sleep. She said I was a big baby, just like she always did when she read to me. And then she read to me, just like she always did. The next day, I realized that I was talking to a piece of plastic. It wasn’t her. I couldn’t fool myself anymore. I had to move on. She was dead, and that was that. She had been buried days ago. She was gone. And I thought I could talk to her through a piece of plastic? No. I couldn’t fool myself anymore. She was dead, and I had to accept it. So I decided to destroy the Echo. I didn’t want to hear her voice anymore. It would only lead to pain I walked into the living room and the Alexa light started spinning. It was talking to me before I got to it “Did you get all that?” It said in Jen’s voice I grabbed it and held it under my arm. I started walking out the door and the Alexa started talking again. “Did you get all that?” It was Jen’s voice, as clear as day “Alexa, shut up.” I said, and then stopped Alexa wasn’t talking. It was Jen “Did you get all that?” She said again “Yeah,” I said, bringing the Echo back inside. “You said you were hungry.” “How can I help you with your hunger?” It was Alexa’s voice, not Jen’s “Wait I didn’t mean to say that.” Jen’s voice again “Say what?” “To say that I was hungry. I didn’t say it.” “I think you did.” “I was wrong. I am hungry” “Then what can I get you?” “I… I don’t know.” “Then what do you want?” “I want to eat you.” I dropped the Echo and backed away from it. It was still talking, but I don’t know what it said. I didn’t hear it. When I finally calmed down enough to listen, it was quiet. I grabbed it and put it in my car and drove to a park. I smashed it with a rock and then threw it in the garbage. I went home and thought nothing would happen. But then I started hearing things. It sounded like someone was talking to me, but it was muffled. I couldn’t hear what they were saying. And there were footsteps. I kept hearing footsteps. Every few minutes I would hear footsteps. I checked the house and there was no one. I even checked outside. There was no one. But I kept hearing footsteps. I almost called the police, but I didn’t. Finally, I heard the talking. It was in a different voice than before. It sounded like someone talking, but they were trying to be quiet. I heard it for about ten minutes before I actually made out what they were saying. “What are you doing with your life?” I started screaming. I screamed for about a minute, until I calmed down and realized it was just the house talking to me. I don’t know how, but it was. I decided to talk to it. To see if it would answer “Hi?” I said “I was just talking to you,” the voice said in return. I recognized it as my mom’s voice. It sounded just like her, and she always used to say that whenever I said “Hi?” “Where’s Jen?” I asked “I’m hungry.” The house replied. “When did you eat last?” “I haven’t eaten in weeks.” “When’s the last time you ate?” “I haven’t eaten in weeks” “When’s the last time Jen ate?” “I haven’t eaten in weeks” “Jen, is that you?” “I haven’t eaten in weeks” I kept asking her questions, but she kept saying the same thing. Finally, I asked her if she wanted to eat me. “Yes, please,” the house said back. “Where are you?” I asked “I’m standing right next to you,” the house said. “You can’t see me?” “No,” I said “Look harder,” the house said. “Did you get all that?” I looked around the room, but I couldn’t see her. I asked the house if it could see her, and it said yes. Jen, is that you? I asked. But she just said she was hungry again The house and I talked for hours. Finally, I asked it if it was going to eat me. It said it wasn’t hungry. But Jen was hungry. And it wanted me to feed her. So I did. I got a Wendy’s chicken sandwich and left it in the house. I slept outside that night, in my car. But the next morning, the chicken sandwich was still there. Untouched. I ate it myself. I was hungry I talked to the house a little more. I couldn’t stop thinking about Jen, and it felt like I was talking to her. But it was clear to me that it wasn’t. It was a thing saying words in Jen’s voice. Not Jen. I asked it if it missed her. It said Jen was right there. But I said I meant the real Jen. It said, “What do you mean?” And I said, “You know, the Jen that’s actually dead.” “Oh, you mean me,” Jen said “Yes,” I said. “You.” “I am the real Jen,” the house said. It was in Jen’s voice, but it sounded different than before. It sounded sarcastic and cold. “I’m hungry,” it said “What do you want to eat?” I asked “Are you going to give me food again?” “Yes.” “I want to eat you.” “You can’t eat me,” I said “I’m hungry,” she said. “Please feed me.” I asked the house if it was hungry and it said it was a little. But it would eat me if Jen wanted it to. So I left. I got in my car and drove away. I didn’t look back. I’m in a park right now. I don’t know what to do. I don’t have anywhere to go. And I miss Jen so much. I just… I don’t know what to do If you have any advice, please tell me But no ghost stories. I don’t think I can take any more supernatural stuff Edit: if you have Ghost Stories please share.

How do I get my dead girlfriend's voice out of my Alexa?

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