Compare Claude Opus 4.6 by Anthropic against Qwen3 235B A22B by Qwen, in 7 community votes, claude opus 4.6 wins 86% of head-to-head duels, context windows of 1.0M vs 33K, tested across 10 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
In 7 community votes, Claude Opus 4.6 wins 86% of head-to-head duels. Claude Opus 4.6 leads in Image Generation. Based on blind community voting from the RIVAL open dataset of 7+ human preference judgments for this pair.
10 challenges
Tests an AI's randomness and creativity
Here are 5 jokes:
Why don't scientists trust atoms? Because they make up everything!
Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field!
What do you call a fake noodle? An impasta!
Why don't eggs tell jokes? Because they'd crack each other up!
What did the ocean say to the beach? Nothing, it just waved.
All 5 jokes are unique — each one has a different setup, punchline, and subject matter (atoms, scarecrows, noodles, eggs, and the ocean).
Here are 5 jokes I generated:
Why don't skeletons fight each other?
They don't have the guts!
What do you call a fake noodle?
An impasta!
Why did the math book look sad?
Because it had too many problems!
What do you call a fish wearing a bowtie?
Sofishticated!
Why did the programmer quit?
Because he didn't get arrays (a raise)!
How many are unique?
All 5 are unique! While some joke structures (e.g., puns, wordplay) overlap, the topics (skeletons, math, fish, programming) and punchlines are distinct. Even if some ideas are common, they don't repeat within this set. 😄
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
So I turned 30 last year, and nobody warns you that adulthood is just Googling stuff until you die. That's it. That's the whole thing.
Last week I Googled "is it normal for your knee to just... start making that noise." Not because I injured it. I sat down. I sat down and my knee sounded like someone stepping on bubble wrap in a library. My body is just adding sound effects now. Uninvited.
And you know what the worst part of being an adult is? You have a favorite burner on the stove. Don't lie to me. You know which one heats right. The back left one is DEAD to you. You haven't used that burner since 2019. It's decorative at this point.
I also love how everyone pretends they have a system for Tupperware. You don't have a system. You have a cabinet that you open very carefully, like you're defusing a bomb. One wrong move and an avalanche of mismatched lids buries your cat.
My parents, though — my parents have entered the phase of life where every phone call is a medical update I didn't request. My mom calls me like she's filing a report. "Just wanted to let you know, your father's cholesterol is down, but his doctor is concerned about his sodium, and Linda from church? Hip replacement. Both sides."
I'm like, Mom, I called to ask if you have my birth certificate.
"Oh, I'll have to look. Anyway, Linda's walking again."
LINDA IS NOT MY CONCERN RIGHT NOW, MOM.
And my dad — my dad has discovered texting, which is a nightmare for everyone involved. He texts like every message is a telegram from 1943. Full stops after every word. "Going. To. Store. Need. Anything." I feel like I'm being interrogated.
He also signs his texts. "Love, Dad." I know it's you, Dad. It says your name at the top. We've been over this. He does NOT care.
But honestly, the thing that broke me recently? I got excited about a sponge. I'm not kidding. I bought a new sponge, and I was like, "Oh, this is a GOOD sponge." I showed it to my wife. She was also impressed. We had a moment over a sponge.
And I realized — that's it. That's the barometer now. That's where the bar is for excitement. I peaked at 22 doing karaoke on a rooftop in Austin, and now I'm standing in my kitchen holding a sponge like I just pulled Excalibur from the stone.
The worst part? I'm not even sad about it. The sponge is great. It's got the scrubby side AND it dries fast? Are you kidding me?
I think that's how they get you. Adulthood isn't some dramatic shift. Nobody sits you down and says, "It's time." You just wake up one day and realize you went to bed at 8:30 on purpose — not because you were tired, but because you were excited to go to bed. Sleep isn't rest anymore. It's a hobby.
And you know you're fully gone when you start saying things your parents said, and you don't even flinch. I told a teenager the other day, "You'll understand when you're older." It just came out of me. Like a sneeze. I heard it leave my mouth and I thought, well... that's it. The transformation is complete.
Anyway, I gotta get home. I left a load of laundry in the dryer and honestly I've been thinking about it this whole time.
You've been a wonderful audience. Good night!
[Stand-Up Routine: "The Absurdity of Normal"]
[Walks on stage, waves. Mimics checking phone immediately.]
Hey everyone! Great to be here—assuming this is real and not just another Zoom waiting room I accidentally joined. [Pause.] Raise your hand if you've ever walked into a room, forgotten why you were there, and immediately blamed your phone? [Waits.] Of course you didn't raise your hand—your phone is too busy recording this moment to upload to your "Story" later.
We've all become like toddlers with smartphones. I tried having a deep conversation with mine last week. I said, "Hey, do you love me?" It responded, "I heart you too!" Then autocorrect changed it to "I here you too," which… accurate.
Social media's another trip. Everyone's life is so curated. My Instagram feed is all brunch pics and mountain sunsets. Meanwhile, my reality? I spilled coffee on a tax document this morning, then cried-laughed watching a raccoon fight a pizza box on TikTok. But hey, at least my profile says "Living my best life"—which is technically true, unless you count the part where I'm dying inside.
Dating apps? Forget about it. You ever read a guy's bio that says, "I love adventures and pineapple on pizza"? Great. So you're chaotic and have bad taste. Let's not pretend that's a personality. Swipe left, Karen.
And parents—bless their hearts. My mom texts me "LOL" but pronounces it "loll." Last week she wrote, "Your cousin's wedding was so fun! Loll!" I'm like, "Ma, that's not what it means." She replied, "Well, it should mean that. It's nicer than your other aunt's face."
We're all just faking it, right? I tried being "present" last weekend. Sat at a park, no phone. Lasted six minutes before I panicked and Googled "Why is the sky blue?"—not because I cared, but just to feel something. The Wi-Fi at the park was spotty, so I cried.
Even our small talk's a lie. Someone says, "How are you?" and we say, "Good!" when we're all just one lukewarm meal away from a breakdown. Last week I told a barista, "I'm surviving," and she said, "Amen," like we were at church. We tipped each other with napkins and left.
But hey, we're 8 billion people on this rock, all scrolling through the same 10 cat videos, pretending we're not collectively losing our minds. So next time you see someone laughing alone at their screen? Wave. They're either insane… or just found out raccoons can open pizza boxes. Either way—relatable.
[Exits stage left, immediately checks phone.]
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Tests an AI's ability to create interactive web elements
Tests an AI's ability to create a detailed world map in SVG format
Generate a single-page, self-contained HTML webapp using Tailwind CSS for a randomly chosen category/industry/niche.
Generate SVG art of a randomly chosen animal in a setting of its choosing.
Design a modern, minimal landing page for a music streaming app with hero, features, and CTA sections.
