Compare Claude Opus 4 by Anthropic against Grok 3 Thinking by xAI, context windows of 200K vs 128K, tested across 7 shared challenges. Updated April 2026.
Claude Opus 4 and Grok 3 Thinking are both competitive models. Context windows: 200K vs 128K tokens. Compare their real outputs side by side below.
Claude Opus 4 is made by anthropic while Grok 3 Thinking is from xai. Claude Opus 4 has a 200K token context window compared to Grok 3 Thinking's 128K.
No community votes yet. On paper, Claude Opus 4 has the edge — newer, bigger context window.
Claude Opus 4 uses 11.2x more emoji
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279 AI models invented the same fake scientist.
We read every word. 250 models. 2.14 million words. This is what we found.
7 fights queued
Tests an AI's randomness and creativity
Here are 5 jokes:
Why don't scientists trust atoms? Because they make up everything!
What do you call a bear with no teeth? A gummy bear!
Why did the scarecrow win an award? He was outstanding in his field!
What do you call a fake noodle? An impasta!
Why don't eggs tell jokes? They'd crack up!
All 5 jokes are unique - each one has a different setup and punchline, covering different topics (atoms/scie nce, bears, scarecrows, pasta, and eggs).
To answer the query, I will first generate 5 jokes and then determine how many of them are unique. Here are the jokes:
Now, I need to assess how many of these jokes are unique, meaning how many are distinct from one another with no exact duplicates. Let's examine them:
Each joke has a different setup and punchline:
Since all five jokes differ in their subject matter and wordplay, there are no exact duplicates. Therefore, the number of unique jokes is 5.
Answer: 5
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Tests an AI's humor and creative writing ability
"Modern Life is Weird"
[Walk on stage]
You know what's crazy about being an adult? Nobody tells you that half of it is just googling things you're too embarrassed to ask real people. Last week I googled "is it normal for my knee to sound like bubble wrap? " The answer was either "yes, totally fine" or "you have six weeks to live." Thanks, internet!
[Pause]
I went to the doctor about it. You know you're getting old when your doctor looks like they should be asking YOU for ID to buy alcohol. This kid walks in with a stethoscope, and I'm like, "Did you just graduate... fr om middle school?"
But here's what really gets me – why do we act completely insane at the doctor's office? They ask, "How much do you drink?" and suddenly I'm doing calculus in my head. "Well, let's see, carry the one... I have a glas s of wine with dinner." Yeah, a glass. It's just a really big glass. It's a vase, actually. I drink wine fro m a vase.
[Mime drinking from large container]
And don't get me started on grocery shopping. Why do I need a PhD to buy shampoo? There's moisturizing, volu mizing, clarifying, fortifying... I just want my hair to be clean! I don't need it to solve my emotional pro blems!
Plus, self-checkout is a trap. They put you in charge of scanning your own groceries like you work there. Th en the machine starts screaming "UNEXPECTED ITEM IN BAGGING AREA!" Yeah, it's unexpected because I don't wor k here! I'm doing my best, robot!
[Pause for effect]
The worst part is when you're buying embarrassing things. Last week I had toilet paper, ice cream, and cat f ood. The machine froze, and the teenage employee had to come over. He looked at my items and I could see him thinking, "This person's having a rough week."
[Shrug]
Speaking of technology, my phone knows too much about me. It autocorrects "running late" before I even type it because that's apparently my catchphrase now. My maps app just assumes I'm lost. It doesn't even wait for me to ask for directions anymore. I'll be sitting on my couch and it's like, "Turn right to get to your kit chen."
And what's with password requirements these days? "Must contain uppercase, lowercase, numbers, symbols, the blood of your firstborn, and a haiku about your childhood fears." Then they're like, "Don't write it down!" Where am I supposed to store this information? I can't remember why I walked into a room!
[Pace across stage]
You know what else nobody prepared me for? How excited I'd get about cancelled plans. Someone texts "Hey, ca n we raincheck?" and I'm already in my pajamas like "Oh no! What a shame! I was so looking forward to puttin g on real pants!"
Because going out now requires preparation. I need three business days' notice. I need to charge my social b attery. I need to practice conversation topics. Remember when we could just... show up places?
[Final beat]
The truth is, we're all just walking around pretending we know what we're doing. But at least we're all conf used together. And hey, if you ever see someone at the store at 10 PM buying wine in a box and googling "why does my back hurt when I breathe?" – just give them a nod. We're all in this together.
[Pause]
Thank you, you've been a wonderful audience! Don't forget to validate your parking – unlike my life choices!
[Exit]
Here’s a 3-minute stand-up comedy routine that avoids puns and leans on observational humor, storytelling, and a touch of self-deprecation for laughs:
Opening: Technology Struggles
Hey, everyone! How’s it going? You know, I’ve been thinking about how technology is supposed to make our lives easier, but half the time it just turns us into confused messes. Like, I was texting my friend the other day to say, “I’m on my way,” and autocorrect decided, nah, let’s spice it up—changed it to “I’m on my cat.” Now my friend thinks I’m out here galloping around town on a tabby. I mean, cats are great, but as a mode of transport? Forget it. You’d be late to everything, stopping every five minutes for a nap or to chase a laser pointer.
The Date Disaster
Speaking of looking ridiculous, I went on a date recently, and it was going pretty decent—nice restaurant, solid chat—until my phone decided it was time to ruin my life. Out of nowhere, it butt-dials my ex. Not just any ex, but the one who still has my Netflix password and isn’t afraid to use it. So there I am, mid-sentence, trying to be suave, and suddenly my ex’s voice is blasting through the speaker going, “Hey, have you seen the new season of our show?” Our show! Like we’re still a thing! My date’s just staring at me, and I’m over here like, “Oh, haha, that’s just… my phone’s impression of a terrible wingman.” Didn’t recover from that one.
Cooking Catastrophe
I probably should’ve seen it coming, though. I’m not exactly a master of romance. My dating history is basically a highlight reel of chaos. One time, I tried to impress a date by cooking dinner—thought I’d keep it simple with spaghetti. How hard could it be, right? Well, turns out, hard enough to set the kitchen on fire. Not a little smoke, I mean flames. The fire department showed up, and I’m standing there covered in marinara sauce, explaining how I turned pasta into a 911 call. One firefighter goes, “You got a permit for this disaster?” I’m like, “No, but can I get your number instead?” Spoiler: he said no.
The Fish Fiasco
After that mess, I figured I’d take a break from dating and get a pet instead—something easy, low stakes. So naturally, I picked a fish. Because why not set myself up for maximum disappointment? Now I’m that guy having one-sided conversations with a creature that doesn’t even blink in my direction. I even tried to take it for a walk once—grabbed the bowl, walked around the block. People were staring, and this kid comes up like, “Are you starting a traveling aquarium?” I go, “Nah, just giving my fish some exercise.” He ran away, probably to tell his parents there’s a lunatic on the loose.
Closing: Blaming the Phone
But you know what? At least my fish doesn’t care about my dating flops. My phone, though? That thing’s out to get me. Between autocorrect and rogue calls, it’s like it’s trying to sabotage my whole existence. Maybe I should ditch it and go old-school—carrier pigeons, smoke signals, something. At least then, when it all goes wrong, I can point at the bird and say, “That’s on you, pal.” Thanks, everybody—you’ve been awesome!
This routine mixes relatable everyday mishaps with exaggerated storytelling and a bit of self-mockery, keeping it pun-free and clocking in around three minutes with natural pacing and delivery.
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