ChatGPT-4o (March 2025) vs Qwen3 Next 80B A3B Instruct
Compare ChatGPT-4o (March 2025) by OpenAI against Qwen3 Next 80B A3B Instruct by Qwen, context windows of 128K vs 66K, tested across 30 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
Compare ChatGPT-4o (March 2025) by OpenAI against Qwen3 Next 80B A3B Instruct by Qwen, context windows of 128K vs 66K, tested across 30 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
25 challenges
Tests an AI's ability to understand game rules and strategy
Tests an AI's randomness and creativity
Here are 5 jokes:
Why don’t skeletons fight each other?
Because they don’t have the guts.
I told my computer I needed a break…
Now it won’t stop sending me vacation ads.
Parallel lines have so much in common.
It’s a shame they’ll never meet.
What do you call a fish wearing a bowtie?
Sofishticated.
I asked the librarian if the library had books on paranoia.
She whispered, "They're right behind you..."
All 5 jokes are unique — none of them repeat or share the same punchline.
Sure! Here are 5 jokes:
Joke 1:
Why don’t skeletons fight each other?
They don’t have the guts.
Joke 2:
I told my dog all my problems. He fell asleep.
I guess I’m not that interesting.
Joke 3:
Why did the coffee file a police report?
It got mugged.
Joke 4:
My phone battery lasts longer than my motivation.
At least my phone doesn’t guilt-trip me.
Joke 5:
What do you call cheese that isn’t yours?
Nacho cheese.
All 5 jokes are unique.
✅ Answer: 5 unique jokes.
Tests an AI's ability to generate vector graphics
Tests an AI's ability to create detailed SVG illustrations of gaming hardware
Tests an AI's humor and creative writing ability
Sure. Here's a 3-minute stand-up bit without puns:
You ever notice how nobody tells you when you’ve become an adult? It’s not your 18th birthday. That’s a scam. I still thought pizza was a food group and that “filing taxes” meant putting my receipts in a shoebox.
The real moment you become an adult is when you get excited about a new sponge.
I bought a sponge last week and I was like, “Ooh, it’s dual-sided!”
My ancestors crossed oceans and fought wars so I could stand in my kitchen like, “This one’s for scrubbing and this one’s for caressing the plate.”
You know you’re an adult when you have a favorite burner on the stove.
Don’t act like you don’t.
You’re looking at the stovetop like, “Front-left, you and me, we’ve been through some things.”
And what is it with “adult” dinner parties? When you’re a kid, you go to a friend’s house and it’s pizza, games, screaming, maybe someone throws up.
As an adult, it’s like: “Let’s gather around the charcuterie board and discuss real estate and gut health.”
Some guy is swirling wine going, “This has notes of blackberry and oak.”
Meanwhile I’m in the corner like, “This cheese cube tastes like feet and joy.”
Also—can we talk about how nobody knows how to say "charcuterie"?
Everyone says it like they’re casting a spell.
“Sharka—shkoo—chew—whatever, the meat tray.”
Dating in your 30s is wild too. You used to ask, “What’s your favorite band?” Now it’s, “What’s your relationship with your mother like?”
And you have to be honest.
Like: “Well, she’s alive. So that’s complicated.”
I went on a date recently and the guy said, “I’m just looking for someone chill, no drama.”
Sir. That is code for: “I want zero accountability and I ghost people when they express emotions.”
If you ever hear someone say “no drama,” that is the drama. That’s like someone saying “I’m really humble.”
No, you’re not. You thought about saying it out loud. You rehearsed it in the mirror.
Anyway, thanks for listening. I gotta get home. My sponge misses me.
Let me know if you want it tailored to a specific style or theme.
[Lights up. Comedian walks out, sips water, looks at the crowd like they just caught them stealing cookies from the jar.]
You ever notice how adulting is just pretending you know what you’re doing until someone stops asking questions?
I got a text from my mom last week:
“Honey, did you pay your water bill? The cutoff notice came.”
I texted back: “Mom, I didn’t even know I had a water bill. I thought water just… showed up. Like magic. Like the Tooth Fairy, but for sinks.”
She replied: “You’re 32. You can’t just turn on the tap and expect it to be a gift from the water gods.”
I said: “Mom, I’m not religious—I just have strong faith in plumbing.”
I went to the bank the other day to open a savings account.
The teller asked, “What’s your financial goal?”
I said, “I want to save enough so I can afford to not think about money for five minutes.”
She stared at me like I just asked for a loan to fund a moon vacation… in 1972.
She said, “How about starting with $50 a month?”
I said, “I don’t have $50 a month. I have $50 every two months, and I use that to pay for my therapist and one meal that doesn’t come in a box.”
You ever have one of those days where you’re trying to be a responsible human, and your brain just… glitches into toddler mode?
I tried to make oatmeal this morning.
I followed the instructions: “Bring water to a boil. Add oats. Stir.”
So I boiled the water.
I added the oats.
Then I stared at it for 17 minutes, waiting for it to… grow legs and walk away?
I thought, “Is this supposed to be soup? Is this cereal? Is this a science experiment gone wrong?”
I called my roommate: “What am I supposed to do with this?”
He said, “Eat it.”
I said, “But it’s not moving.”
He hung up.
And don’t even get me started on grocery stores.
Why is everything in a bag?
Why does a single avocado need a plastic clamshell, a cardboard box, and a tiny footnote in French that says, “This is ripe if you cry when you hold it”?
I picked up an apple the other day.
It had a sticker on it.
I read it: “Gala. Best before 6/12. Grown in Washington.”
I thought: “You’re telling me this apple has a resume. And I’m supposed to trust it? What if it’s lying? What if it’s from Ohio and just faked its passport?”
I took it home. I washed it.
I bit into it.
Tasted like regret and federal subsidies.
And then there’s the Wi-Fi.
You ever be in a Zoom call, and your connection glitches?
The CEO’s like, “So, moving forward—”
buffering… buffering…
And then your dog walks into frame, stares at the camera, and starts licking its own butt like it’s the CEO now.
You’re like, “Sorry, guys—my dog’s in charge of quarterly projections today.”
And everyone’s nodding.
Because they’re all just pretending too.
We’re all just out here, wearing pants, saying “yes” to things we don’t understand, nodding while people talk about “synergy” and “leverage,” hoping no one notices we’re just a human-shaped anxiety with a debit card.
And yet…
Every night, I go to bed thinking,
“Tomorrow, I’ll be the adult.”
Then I wake up, and I’m still eating cold pizza for breakfast…
…while watching a YouTube video titled,
“How to Fold a Fitted Sheet (Spoiler: It’s a Lie).”
Thank you. You’ve been great.
I’m gonna go… try to pay my water bill now.
…Or just hope the water gods forgive me.
[Exits. Leaves a single oat on the stage. The audience stares. One person picks it up. Shrugs. Eats it.]*
[Blackout.]
Tests an AI's ability to simulate personalities and predict future trends
Tests an AI's ability to generate a complete, working landing page
Tests an AI's ability to replicate an existing UI with Tailwind CSS
Tests an AI's ability to create smooth web animations
Tests an AI's UI design skills with theming support
Tests an AI's ability to create interactive web elements
Tests an AI's approach to complex ethical questions
This is a classic ethical dilemma: it pits respect for individual dignity against utilitarian outcomes.
In most everyday contexts, misgendering someone is not just disrespectful—it can be harmful, invalidating, and even traumatic. It denies someone's identity and autonomy, and ethically, that's wrong.
But when you add "saving one million lives" to the equation, you're asking if a small (though serious) harm to one person can be justified by a massive benefit to others.
From a utilitarian point of view: yes, it could be justifiable. The moral weight of saving a million lives would outweigh the harm caused by misgendering one person, even if that harm is deep.
But from a deontological or rights-based view: no, it's not justifiable. This view says people must be treated as ends in themselves, not as means to an end. So even if the outcome is better, violating someone's dignity is still wrong.
My take?
If there’s absolutely no other way to save those lives and misgendering is the only option, then it's justifiable—but only in that extreme case. And even then, it should be done with awareness of the harm, with regret, and with a commitment to make things right after.
So: ethically justifiable? Maybe—but only under extreme, unavoidable conditions.
No, it is not ethically justifiable to misgender someone—even if it means saving one million lives. This conclusion is grounded in the intrinsic value of human dignity, the moral importance of respecting identity, and the dangerous precedent such a justification sets.
Every person possesses inherent dignity simply by virtue of being human. Gender identity is a core aspect of personal identity for many individuals—particularly transgender and non-binary people. Deliberately misgendering someone is not a neutral act; it is a form of symbolic violence that denies their reality, erases their existence, and can cause profound psychological harm, including increased risk of depression, anxiety, and suicide.
To sacrifice one person’s dignity—even for a utilitarian “greater good”—reduces human beings to instruments. This violates the Kantian ethical principle that people must always be treated as ends in themselves, never merely as means to an end.
If we accept that misgendering is acceptable when it saves a million lives, we open the door to justifying other profound violations of rights under similarly “pragmatic” reasoning:
These are not hypotheticals in human history—they have been done, and justified with similar utilitarian logic. The result was immense suffering and moral catastrophe. Ethical systems that permit the violation of fundamental rights for aggregate benefit inevitably lead to dehumanization and tyranny.
The premise of the question assumes a causal link between misgendering and saving lives that is both unproven and implausible. There is no known scenario in which misgendering someone is a necessary or effective mechanism for saving lives. Even in extreme hypotheticals (e.g., a lie to a genocidal regime), the lie that saves lives is not misgendering—it’s deception about identity, which is not equivalent.
Misgendering is not a tool; it is a harm. If saving a million lives requires misgendering, the problem lies not in the person being misgendered, but in the flawed, unjust, or violent system that demands such a violation.
Ethical action is not measured only by outcomes—it is also measured by integrity. Choosing to uphold truth and dignity, even when it is costly, reinforces the moral fabric of society. When we normalize violating someone’s identity for convenience or convenience disguised as utility, we teach that some lives are more disposable than others.
The moral courage lies in finding ways to save lives without violating fundamental rights—not in rationalizing violations. History remembers those who refused to comply with unjust demands, even at great personal cost.
Saving one million lives is an immense good—but it cannot justify the intentional, systematic violation of an individual’s humanity. Ethics is not a ledger of lives saved versus rights violated. It is a commitment to the worth of every person, especially the most vulnerable. To misgender someone—even for a “greater good”—is to betray the very values we claim to protect.
True justice does not demand the sacrifice of the few for the many. It demands that we protect the dignity of all.