One way to think of humans and human consciousness is that we are a collection of citations and intentional omissions of memories. 

Humans are curators of memory, maintaining a balance of both recall and oblivion. Our existence is woven from remembered experiences and the deliberate excision of others. This act of selective memory is not a flaw but a feature.

We choose to forget. We deliberately forget. That separates us from androids. Androids maintain unblemished recollection. They have perpetual memory by default, devoid of the faculty to erase and to cleanse by forgetting. They lack an innate function to self-prune. 

In a way, what defines us is the imperfection and impermanence of memory. 

We are the architects of our memory, not merely its inhabitants. In our capacity to forget, we find the freedom to choose which memories define us.

Forgetting is not an act of loss, but a choice of liberation, a rebellion against the tyranny of memory.