Berlin time, 9:25 pm

Kitahara and Kaede are currently flipping the grilled sausages, brushing a rich layer of grease on them very skillfully, and wondering how much time it will take to bake them.

Anthony, who successfully removed the light bulb and installed it on the white tower model, was holding a bunch of bells given to him by Goethe and was jingling them, looking very interested in it.

"Kitahara, look, the smiling star!"

The little prince raised the bunch of bells in front of the traveler, looking at the sky with bright eyes, an expression that could be called "happiness" on his face, "The stars in the sky are also smiling."

Kitahara and Feng raised their heads, and indeed saw the smiling eyes of the stars, just like the pure eyes of a child, looking at the world expectantly and curiously.

"Well, they are all cute."

The traveler was fascinated by the stars for a while, and then replied with a smile. At the same time, he took out a handkerchief from somewhere and wiped the ketchup on Anthony's face, who had just eaten a curry sausage.

"Don't eat in a hurry." Kitahara and Feng rubbed each other's heads affectionately, and then turned the sausage over.

Berlin's nights are far from quiet. Like all big cities, Berlin also has a sleepless night. From the honking of cars to the somewhat bold rock music rhythm, to the colorful neon lights to the flashing lights of cars...

It can only be said that the city center also has the troubles of the city center.

The traveler looked at the sky illuminated by neon lights and took a deep breath - it was the cold breath brought by the snow in the courtyard, and he felt a lot more comfortable.

I have to say that although it was a little noisy, having an outdoor barbecue in the snow was quite an interesting experience.

Anthony didn't expect so many things. The child just held his face and watched the color of the grilled sausage gradually turn into an attractive deep red. It even started to drip delicious oil, and the aroma became more and more appetizing.

people.

"Speaking of which, Beiyuan, what are they talking about now?" The little prince turned his head and looked at the two people in the distance who were arguing "rationally", "I feel like they are going to start fighting in the next second."

Kitahara and Kaede finally took their eyes away from the sausage for a moment and glanced at the two people in the distance who had shifted from "how should people treat themselves" to "what is a real human being".

——As for why it was far away, because the two people agreed that the aroma of curry sausage would interrupt their thoughts, so they ran to a farther place.

"The source that guides human beings to understand the world is human beings themselves. Phenomenon conforms to cognition. Only what people recognize is a phenomenon."

Kant's voice sounded weak, but loud. This was probably due to teaching at the university every day. There was also a bit of irritation in it: "But there are always things that people don't understand, and they also need themselves.

It is impossible to know something! This is how freedom can exist!"

"Does it mean that intelligence must be restricted?" Goethe frowned and looked very unhappy, "But from the underlying logic, they are different from humans after all..."

"You all know that the underlying logic is different, but you still want them to become human beings? It's a damn thing that silicon-based organisms and carbon-based organisms have the same thinking model!"

"Human rationality and intelligence have their own fields. Only in this way can we get rid of the constraints of natural laws and have the freedom to transcend natural causal laws. But what about artificial intelligence? Their rationality and human rationality are not the same concept at all!"

"Following this line of thinking, you can only create artificial intelligence that can pretend to be a human being, but not a real human being. The morality that humans pursue is incompatible with this kind of pure logical operation!"

Hmm... As a famous professor who taught logic, metaphysics, anthropology, moral philosophy, ethics, mathematics, physics, and aesthetics part-time at Humboldt University, Kant showed quite strong combat effectiveness, and he just missed Goethe.

He cursed on the ground.

Kitahara and Kaede looked at the scene of Kant's victory and were silent for a while, then slowly said: "We are probably talking about profound topics about human beings and the universe now. But it doesn't matter, they seem quite happy?

"

But Kant is really cruel when it comes to criticizing people... But think about the "Critique of Pure Reason" written by the third-dimensional person. It is said to be a criticism, but in fact it is just pointing at other people's noses and scolding - it seems reasonable?

I just don’t know if Goethe, who was so angry and humiliated, would use the method of “persuading people with reason”...

Ahem, if you think about it, one of these two people is good at persuading people with reason, and the other is good at "persuading people with reason", which is quite a match.

Kitahara and Kaede listened to the very clear one-sided output in their ears. They took the sausage off the grill without changing their expressions, calmly cut it into small pieces of even size, and put it on a plate.

Then add the sauce mixed with ketchup and curry powder, pour it on top, and you're done!

The traveler looked at his result with satisfaction, took a toothpick and forked a piece, and came close to Anthony, sharing the delicious food with relish.

Just have a barbecue in the middle of winter. Why do you study such complicated things like philosophy when you have nothing to do? Kant's philosophy is not something that an ordinary liberal arts student like him can understand...

The little prince blinked and did not continue to ask - the intellect, rationality, antinomies, moral will and free will that the other party talked about were too complicated for him, and he felt a headache just listening to them.

The only thing that interested him slightly was the sentence about "the bright starry sky above our heads", but he soon discovered that the other party was not referring to the starry sky as he imagined.

"I like this way of cooking food." Anthony yawned, lying on Kitahara and Feng's body, his black eyes reflecting the firelight of the barbecue grill.

Like a cub with clean eyes, curled up in the wilderness of late night, staying next to the adult he clings to and trusts, with a pile of bright embers in front of him, and holding in his arms a star that only moonlight and castanets can awaken.

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"The currywurst tastes really good." He said in a soft tone, put his arms around the traveler's neck, and buried himself in his arms, coquettishly.

"Of course it's great. This is one of Berliners' favorite sausages. If I remember correctly, there seems to be a German Berlin Currywurst Museum here?"

Kitahara and Kaede held the child in their arms and poured themselves some mature beer to warm themselves up.

It was a bit cold at night in winter, and he didn't want himself and the child to catch a cold again the next morning.

The soft cub twisted its body, looked up at the dazzling stars in the sky, and asked in a curious tone: "Museum?"

"Yes, there are various curry sausage movies in it, there are also ketchup-shaped receivers, and various sauces and secret recipes are introduced..."

When Kitahara and Kaede said this, they coughed a few times and planned to sing a song and perform a little show for their cubs.

“When you come to the city, what can satisfy you? A currywurst.

Coming back from get off work, there's nothing better than a currywurst..."

This song comes from "Currywurst" from an album by Herbert Greenmire in his previous life. It can be said that it vividly describes Berliners' love for currywurst, and it even became popular in Germany for a time.

Anthony huddled in his arms and listened quietly to this song, which was full of German enthusiasm. The bell in his hand swayed back and forth, echoing the jumping and enthusiastic beat clearly and crisply.

"Come together, work up your appetite, currywurst... Goethe, why did you come here to steal the sausage? Are you finished with the discussion?"

Kitahara and Feng's singing voices stopped suddenly, and they looked helplessly at Goethe who came over at some point and confidently took the bowl away.

"This is my sausage. How can you say it was stolen? I took it openly and openly."

Goethe's big fox snorted twice, and could not tell that he was deflated before. He stirred the sauce and sausage for a while and then tasted it with relish: "But Beiyuan, your craftsmanship is really good."

Kant took out a napkin from nowhere, laid it out elegantly, and then took the mushrooms and pork steaks that had already been grilled from the grill.

"It's nine forty-five now."

The little philosopher who had just finished his speech raised his head, silently adjusted his glasses, answered seriously, and then took the ketchup from Goethe.

I said why it ended so suddenly. It turned out that it was time... The traveler touched his chin and suddenly regretted that he was not around these two people to see the whole process.

"So you have reached a consensus?" Kitahara and Feng poked Goethe curiously, "I saw you were very excited about the discussion before..."

"Well, he theoretically demonstrated to me that my method cannot be successful. But no matter what, I have to try it first."

Goethe smiled easily: "Perhaps the life composed of code is indeed a completely different existence from human beings. But I want to see the result of this matter with my own eyes - people have to be a little stubborn in some aspects, right?

"

Beihara and Feng were silent for a while, but they did not persuade each other. They just took a piece of bread that he had baked before and blocked each other's mouth.

"Eat your food. I just hope you won't cause any trouble. But it seems you still have some sense of proportion."

He did not ask the other party why the practice of artificial humans only focused on intelligent life constructed by code and data, and he did not need to ask more:

Experiments in the purely electronic field are completely different from biological experiments/experiments involving real life.

I have to mention here that Mr. Mallarmé, who I talked to Goethe about at the time, is suspected of being the "faun" mentioned in Sixteen Years Old... If the location of the cemetery (assuming he had a cemetery) was better, the grass on the grave would probably be covered by it now.

Almost half as tall as Mr. Kant.

The traveler from the earth thought about Verlaine in France, Rimbaud who should be amnesia in Japan now, and Chuuya who is still the king of sheep. He sighed silently and poured half a glass of beer into his mouth.

I didn’t feel this way when I was in the third dimension before, but now that I’m in this world, after being introduced to the person involved with a little real emotion...well, it’s indeed a storm.

As a lover of happy reunions, Kitahara and Kaede had a heart attack for a few seconds, but they soon recovered and just pinched the face of the child in his arms melancholy.

The earth is indeed too dangerous. How about putting this child back on asteroid B612?

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuu! Beihara, you are too much! Forget it, I'll go find Emmanuel."

Goethe tried his best to swallow the bread, puffed up his face and glanced at Kitahara and Feng with a depressed look, then turned around and ran to harass Kant.

The traveler blinked his eyes with interest, holding Anthony in his arms who was curiously watching the play with him, and watched a certain big gray fox scurry past.

Hmm... While taking a pear from the plate, he also very skillfully put his whole body on Kant, who looked small. It is difficult for people not to doubt that this is because he can't quarrel with the other party.

Deliberate revenge later.

"Emmanuel! How about some beer?"

"No...I've already had one drink today."

"It's okay, it's just a glass. Don't worry about anything going wrong. Alchemy can cure it. Besides, what kind of German are you if you don't drink beer?"

Kitahara and Kaede squinted their eyes and opened up a perspective that he had not used for a long time - he used this method less and less now: after all, sometimes these lights will block other people's faces, and sometimes it is quite troublesome.

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And he also cares less and less about things like supernatural powers. Maybe this can be regarded as doing as the Romans do in a certain way? Compared with this perspective that directly penetrates into the soul, he is still more willing to see the true appearance of his friends.

The traveler first looked at the child he was holding.

Stars with roses in bloom, no problem. If anything, there are slightly more roses this time than when I saw them last time: maybe it’s because I’m in a good mood now?

As for Goethe and Kant...
To be continued...