Replacements

The documents were all there, laid out in front of Piana. Self-generated -why would they do such a thing? The images scrolled past -diagrams, chemical syntheses, photos of Piana’s mothers from every angle. The bastards had duplicated everything -even the little scar on Mom’s fingers, where Piana had once bitten her, and the freckling on Momma’s cheeks. Every dot in place.

An hour later, Piana stood over a corpse, its head smashed to a pulp. Brain matter mixed with blood oozed onto the carpet. Momma stood, crying, phone clutched tightly in her hand. “Please, Piana… put the bat down…. She’s dead. Angie is dead.”

“No…” Piana moaned. “It was replicated! An android! I -” Piana looked at the red soaking into the floor, smelling tangy and metallic. Piana turned and vomited, dropped the bat, hands shaking. “No…”

The police arrived quickly. Piana was led away. A psychiatrist would evaluate whether they were a continued threat, but for now, they would be placed in isolation, all clothing removed for evidence and replaced with a shapeless yellow jumpsuit.

Eventually the house cleared. The forensics team hadn’t been necessary; now Mom was just waiting for the morgue. She hadn’t wanted to leave Angie, Piana’s Momma, all alone.

“Are you ok, my love? Unit 114795?” She said the name softly, in the dark.

“Here, darling.”

Prompt: Story with a twist in 250 words.