Wine Protector: Science Fiction

The protector was activated by the touch of her lips on the bottle of wine. He surged forward, knocking any chance to actually taste the pleasant toxins out of the way with his bull-rush to endeavor to ascertain the truth of whether or not there was poison in the drink. She felt the numb blindness when taste buds were blanketed and covered (for their own protection) with irritation. Many days she wished she could simply be done with the damn things, for what was there that made it any safer or better than her own inspection of the seal of the ancient bottle of wine that had been uncorked just for her. Even as the protector worked, she thought, oxidation might destroy all--

Inspiration: Oddly enough, the image of a wedge of cheese on an advertisement for a cooking magazine.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: There's nothing here.