With every passing day, his strength and resolve faded as his body continued to betray him ever more and more. He’d had no delusions of his chances of surviving the disease claiming more and more victims with brutal rapacity.
And so, he’d submitted to the program willingly, grasping desperately at the only conceivable means by which he might forestall the inevitable.
When the technicians indicated all was in readiness, he steeled himself for the inexplicable process by which his consciousness was to be transferred into a more viable, albeit virtual, host body.
This story was written for the weekly Five Sentence Fiction flash fiction prompt: conquer.