Miss Turner and Trixie

 I think my Smart Phone is possessed.  I know for a fact it is smarter than I am.  It can do things I can't even begin to image.  Currently it can function as a flashlight, find the cheapest gas in town, and identify that song on the radio that I can't quite name.  It will even tell me who is singing the song for heaven's sake.  It takes pictures better than either of my cameras and can scan receipts into its memory.  Oh, and I can also use it as a phone.
  Tonight I was on my way to a party over on the other side of town.  It was dark and I wasn't really sure of the directions, so I typed the address into my phone.  Lo and behold, the phone began to speak to me.  I have used this app before but it always surprises me to hear the female android voice which is a bit robotic sounding telling me where to go next in  a halting rhythm .  Miss Turner, I call her, powered up and directed me to turn right out of my driveway and proceed three hundred meters and turn left on Ko-di-ak Ro-ad.  She continued to issues directions in this manner for about five minutes.   
     After a few seconds of silence the next direction came and I nearly ran off the road.   The voice was different!  This one was smooth and almost human.  I thought someone must have kidnapped Miss Turner.  Maybe cyber pirates had spirited her away to entertain them on their long voyages.  Perhaps she been suddenly taken ill because the hot dog she had for lunch from the street vendor in Androidville had not agreed with her.  All these scenarios ran through my head as the sultry voice who had replaced her instructed me to turn left on to Anderson Drive.
    It took me a moment to get used to this new navigator, whom I named Trixie.  Just when I was starting to enjoy Trixie's voice and the memory of Miss Turner was fading,  I hear "Turn right on to Co-lum-bia Dr-ive.   Miss Turner was back!  Miss Turner and Trixie fought for the next four turns to see who would be the official voice of my GPS.   Maybe my phone isn't possessed, maybe it simply suffering from  a multiple personality disorder.  It was bound to happen.  When a phone gets to be smarter than person,  a short circuit is bound to occur.  Does anyone know where Miss Turner and Trixie can get some help?