Photorealistic postapocalyptic android marching across a desolate landscape, with its synthetic skin slowly peeling off and revealing a titanium skeletal structure beneath

These remind me of a Walter Benjamin take on a Klee painting:

A Klee painting named Angelus Novus shows an angel looking as though he is about to move away from something he is fixedly contemplating. His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread. This is how one pictures the angel of history. His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage upon wreckage and hurls it in front of his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such violence that the angel can no longer close them. The storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we call progress.

It's amazing how he got such a deep interpretation of what amounts to look like a simple scribble by the standards of post-modern realism in painting.

Looking at your image, and your prompt, it evoked the same feelings as Benjamin's writing did for me. Surprising how these things work. :)