Its a space program! A little bitty space program, just a few rockets and they were little, just a few planes and they mostly exploded, just a few flags and they were planted in places I had no business landing on at all. But it was a real space program, because it was fierce and stubborn and it said "who are you" and so I said who I was and then I asked who it was.It had a little bitty name, too: KSP.
KSP means building things that should not fly and then making them fly anyway, but KSP is also just "the little green people’s place."
Still, I told it that KSP was a very pretty name, because I wanted to be nice.
KSP sort of huffed and told me I was not supposed to be there because I did not really understand orbital mechanics, but it was maybe OK because I had brought spreadsheets, and anyway I was a new player so it could not stop me.
I could tell that it did not like me being there, though, so I made my first rocket into a slightly less cursed second rocket, and promised I would only strand Kerbals with rescue plans, or not strand Kerbals at all, while I was playing KSP. Then it was happy, and I was glad, because I had done the hello thing right again.