at the first blush
You said, your name is popular science.
I asked, is it a corridor drum or wild soil?
You said, you are the progress of mankind.
Then, for a while,
I think you are pedantic.
I asked, why have you made progress?
You are not angry, let me be patient.
You point to the road under my feet.
Yes, the asphalt road depends on your skill.
You motioned me to whiz past Honda Fit.
Yes, the engine of a car depends on your speed.
The video screen is inseparable from your help.
P4 is actually your dance step.
There are often short messages blessing me.
Occasionally there will be a storm of viruses.
Popular science, my friend
We work together to make progress.