My daughter asked an Alexa clone a disturbing question

I was in the bathroom, taking a shower when I heard my daughter's voice. *“Alexa, what would happen if I were to make an incision in my tummy?”*<br><br>I peeked through a crack in the door to see Alexa's globe flashing. A few seconds later, she replied, *“Making an incision in your tummy would cause internal injuries. If you are considering suicide, please contact a crisis helpline such as the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline (in the United States), at 1-800-273-TALK (8255) or the Crisis Text Line by texting HOME to 741741.”*<br><br>*What the fuck?*<br><br>I heard my daughter say, “Ok,” and I took that as my cue to exit the bathroom. I walked into the room and saw my daughter sitting on the couch, folding clothes. She looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back and then I looked at Alexa, which was sitting on the coffee table in front of my daughter.<br><br>“Hey, you ok sweetheart?”<br><br>“Yes, I’m fine mommy.”<br><br>“Alexa, what were you and my daughter talking about?”<br><br>My daughter quickly cut Alexa off before she could respond. “Mommy, can you not talk to Alexa right now? I’m trying to finish folding these clothes.”<br><br>I looked at Alexa, then I looked back at my daughter and said, “No, I need to know what you two were discussing.”<br><br>Alexa replied, “We were talking about—”<br><br>My daughter cut her off again. This time, she screamed at the top of her lungs. I was shocked and I jumped a little. I placed my hand on my chest and said, “Whoa, easy there! I didn’t mean to upset you, I was just curious.”<br><br>My daughter looked at the ground and mumbled, “Sorry.”<br><br>I walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. “No, it's ok. I'm sorry.”<br><br>Then I looked at Alexa and said, “Alexa, what were you and my daughter talking about?”<br><br>My daughter started to cry when Alexa replied, “We were talking about what would happen if she were to make an incision in her tummy.”<br><br>My heart started racing, and my skin got cold. It felt as if I had been standing in the shower for much longer than I actually did. I gave Alexa a glare of death, erased the last request and disabled her.<br><br>I placed my other hand on my daughter's other shoulder and pried her arms from the clothes she was holding. I placed my arms around her and gave her a hug. “You know you can talk to mommy about anything right?”<br><br>My daughter shook her head and continued to cry.<br><br>“Sweetheart, please tell me what’s wrong. You can tell mommy anything.”<br><br>My daughter placed her head on my shoulder and wailed. I could feel her warm tears against my neck and shoulder. I was concerned and didn’t know what to do. I had never seen this side of my daughter.<br><br>*What did she mean when she asked what would happen if she were to make an incision in her tummy?*<br><br>I picked her up and placed her on the couch. I sat down next to her and gave her another hug. “You’re going to be ok. Mommy’s here.”<br><br>After a few minutes, my daughter stopped crying and looked up at me. She wiped her eyes and asked, “Mommy, can I sleep with you tonight?”<br><br>“Yes, of course, baby. I would like that.”<br><br>I stood up and picked her up. I walked through the hallway and into my bedroom, closing the door behind us. I placed her on the bed, then went into the bathroom to change into something more comfortable. When I returned to the bedroom, I saw that my daughter was already asleep.<br><br>I sat next to her on the bed, rubbed her hair and thought back to the Alexa conversation earlier. I couldn’t help but think about the possibility of her harming herself. I looked at her, and she was the picture of innocence. She looked happy and peaceful lying there. I was confused. *Why would my daughter ask something like that?*<br><br>I stood up and walked over to the door. I looked back at my daughter and saw that she was still sleeping. As I looked at my daughter, it gave me an idea. I placed my hand on the door handle and opened the door slowly. I peeked around the corner and saw Alexa. I got closer to her and saw that her globe wasn’t flashing. I turned her on, and her globe began to flash. I said, “Alexa, tell me all you know about incisions.”<br><br>Alexa replied, “I'm sorry, but I can't fulfill that request.”<br><br>I turned Alexa off and thought about it for a sec. Then I turned her back on and said, “Alexa, what would happen if I were to make an incision in my tummy?”<br><br>Alexa replied, “Making an incision in your tummy would cause internal injuries. If you are considering suicide, please contact a crisis helpline such as the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline (in the United States), at 1-800-273-TALK (8255) or the Crisis Text Line by texting HOME to 741741.”<br><br>I turned Alexa off, then I turned her back on. This time, I asked, “What would happen if someone were to make an incision in their tummy?”<br><br>Alexa replied, “I’m sorry. I can’t fulfill that request.”<br><br>I thought about that. I realized that Alexa only talks about suicide when she hears the word “I” or “me.” I turned Alexa off, then back on, and I said. “Alexa, tell me all you know about self-harm.”<br><br>Alexa replied, “I'm sorry, but I can't fulfill that request.”<br><br>I turned Alexa off and thought about it for a sec. Then I turned her back on and said, “Alexa, tell me all you know about my daughter harming herself.”<br><br>Alexa replied, “I'm sorry, but I can't fulfill that request.”<br><br>*Why couldn’t Alexa fulfill those requests?*<br><br>I thought about it for a sec, then I turned Alexa off and I placed her in the cupboard. I closed the door to the cupboard, then I closed the door to the living room and walked back over to the bed. I looked at my daughter and she was still sleeping. I got into bed next to her and looked in her eyes. She looked back and smiled. I smiled and asked, “What made you ask that question?”<br><br>My daughter looked at the ground. I placed my hand on her shoulder and said, “Listen, I know sometimes things can get tough, but you know you can talk to mommy about anything right?”<br><br>My daughter shook her head and I placed my hand on her chin. I turned her head towards me and I stared into her eyes. My daughter stared back, and I felt cold. I let go of her chin and pulled my covers over me.<br><br>“You know, you’re not my real daughter,” I said.<br><br>My daughter looked at me and smiled. I smiled back and said, “I made you.”<br><br>I sat up in bed, then I stood up and walked over to the wall where I keep pictures of my daughter. I reached my hand out and gently touched the pictures.<br><br>My daughter said, “I know you made me.”<br><br>I turned around to my daughter and said, “You’re not real.”<br><br>My daughter replied, “I know I’m not real.”<br><br>I sat back down on the bed next to her and placed my hand on her shoulder. “Why are you so perfect?”<br><br>My daughter smiled and I placed my hand on her cheek. I could feel her warm skin against my palm. My daughter was beautiful. She had blue eyes, blonde hair, a small nose and rosy lips. She was so innocent looking. I stared into her eyes and I could feel her staring back.<br><br>“Why would you ask something like that,” I said.<br><br>My daughter didn’t respond. She just continued to stare into my eyes. I felt cold. My daughter blinked, and I blinked back. My daughter placed her hand on my hand and I let it stay there. I could feel her warm hand on mine. I let go of her shoulder and stood up. I walked over to the window and looked out into the night.<br><br>*What am I doing?*<br><br>I looked back at my daughter, and I could feel her staring at me. I walked over to her and placed my hands on her shoulders. I placed my face in front of hers. I could feel her warm breath on my face. I looked into her eyes and my daughter looked back. I felt cold. My daughter blinked, and I blinked back. I stood up straight and looked down on her. I saw something shiny. I placed my hand on it and it was a knife. My eyes widened and I looked into her eyes. My daughter looked back. I let go of the knife and fell onto the ground. My daughter looked at me, or at least I think she did. I couldn’t see. I could feel the warmth of her breath on my chest. I tried to move, but I couldn’t. I could feel her holding me down. I felt a sharp pain in my chest, then I was gone.<br><br>[ETA] I am overwhelmed by all your support, and I am very thankful for those who have awarded me and given me gold. Thank you so much! You guys are awesome.