Mother machine clues you in on some roaches that occasionally hang around the exhaust from her refrigeration unit. You extend forth an angler lure-like stick of bait using some glucose from your lifeblood, and as soon as one gets close enough,
pounce! The roach fights for a bit, but is soon overwhelmed by your anemone-like pulses of electricity. Unfortunately, you wound up electrocuting it to death in the process. Maybe for the best—the only thoughts it had were of "food", "eggs" and scuttling away from anything that would deny its greed. Truly a despicable creature.
The cans DO have an idea, but, well... about the only time the machine is opened is for maintenance & restocking. They've gotten so used to this they don't bother remembering when the next time for that is.
The realization that there is another machine galvanizes the cans into a frenzy! Raw emotion cascades through mother machine and is picked up by your neighbors, who react as though you were playing loud grunge music in some dingy garage—by "yelling" back in a chorus of voices, "
WHAT THE HELL WHY HOW AM I WHAT IS EVEN--?? broken by a pop tart squealing excitedly, "
Is it time?? Toaster time, toaster time, whee~!"
It's out of your control—both machines are now rattling and shaking in a jittery rush, making an infernal racket around your local area.
"What the hell's going on?"
The foreign voice, masculine, spoken with actual verbalizations, stuns both sides into silence. Footsteps approach. "Did they send me faulty units again? Damn things rumbling like a washing machine..."
Carbon manipulation. Can transmute and move carbon around into virtually any shape or construct, including graphene and graphite (which conducts electricity).
Electrical control & communication. Can use electricity to "talk" to objects and convey your will. Dangerous for living things; you once killed a cockroach like an anemone stings its prey.
Metal-bending. Can transmute most metallic objects you touch. This includes your own can.
WaterLiquid-bending. Can manipulate virtually any liquid, including yours and other cans' lifeblood. This essentially means telekinetically guiding it around, even against the pull of gravity.
Highly toxic. Anything trying to consume you had better have iron guts to handle the lightning bolt of stimulants ripping through their body, forget the shampoo and fullerene.