A sudden illness

The headaches had been getting steadily more frequent and severe for the last month or so before you finally decided to get checked out. The Doctor had prescribed some painkillers and ordered up a battery of tests and a few days later you found yourself back in his office while he calmly explained that the tumour growing in your brain was inoperable by normal means and would most likely kill you in a matter of weeks.

This didn't have to be the end though, he'd explained. A colleague of his was working on an experimental program that could potentially save you. Numbed with shock you listened while he explained about the potential for mind transference. It was a long shot and you didn't understand half of the details but you understood enough. If you agreed to be their guinea pig there was a chance they could put your mind in a healthy new body.

You eagerly signed all the reams of paperwork they handed you, barely skimming them despite your business experience telling you that was a terrible idea.

After that, all that was left to do was put your affairs in order and hope that they could find you a suitable donor before your time ran out...