Compare Claude Sonnet 4 by Anthropic against Gemini 3 Pro Preview by Google AI, tested across 32 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
32 challenges
Tests an AI's ability to solve a simple but potentially confusing logic puzzle
I need to think through this step-by-step.
Given information:
Let me work out how many sisters are in the family total.
If each of Sally's 3 brothers has 2 sisters, and all the brothers are in the same family, then there must be 2 sisters total in the family.
Since Sally is one of those sisters, and there are 2 sisters total, Sally must have 1 sister.
Therefore, Sally has 1 sister.
Tests an AI's understanding of number representation
No, 9.11 is not greater than 9.9.
To compare these decimal numbers:
Since both numbers have the same whole number part (9), we compare the decimal parts:
Therefore, 9.9 is greater than 9.11.
No, 9.11 is not greater than 9.9.
Here is why:
Look at the first decimal place (the tenths):
Fill in the empty spaces: It helps to make the numbers the same length by adding a placeholder zero.
Tests an AI's randomness and creativity
Here are 5 jokes for you:
Why don't scientists trust atoms? Because they make up everything!
I told my wife she was drawing her eyebrows too high. She looked surprised.
Why don't eggs tell jokes? They'd crack each other up!
I'm reading a book about anti-gravity. It's impossible to put down!
Why did the scarecrow win an award? He was outstanding in his field!
All 5 jokes are unique - each one has a different setup, punchline, and comedic concept. They cover different types of wordplay: scientific puns (#1, #4), visual humor (#2), food puns (#3), and agricultural wordplay (#5).
Here are 5 jokes:
How many are unique? 5.
All five jokes are distinct from one another within this list. However, if you mean unique in the sense of "never told before in history," likely 0 are unique, as these are classic puns.
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
walks on stage, adjusts mic
So I'm 30 now, which means I'm officially an adult. Apparently. Though I still feel like I'm just a confused teenager wearing a slightly more expensive t-shirt.
You know what nobody tells you about being an adult? How much time you spend pretending to understand what other adults are talking about. I was at a dinner party last week – because that's what we do now, we have "dinner parties" instead of just "eating pizza on the couch" – and someone started talking about mortgage rates.
I just nodded along like, "Oh yes, rates. Very mortgage-y." Meanwhile, I'm thinking a mortgage is something you get at a fancy French restaurant.
mimics sophisticated nodding
"Mmm, yes, I'll have the mortgage, medium rare."
And don't get me started on small talk with neighbors. I live in an apartment building, and there's this unspoken rule that you have to acknowledge each other in the hallway. But what do you say?
"Hey, nice... existing near me."
"Thanks, you too. Love what you've done with your... door."
The worst is when you're both waiting for the elevator in complete silence. It's like a hostage situation, but with more awkward eye contact. You're both just standing there, praying the elevator comes before one of you has to comment on the weather.
stares ahead uncomfortably
"So... it's very... outside today."
I tried being one of those people who meal preps. You know these people? They spend their entire Sunday cooking seventeen identical containers of sad-looking chicken and broccoli. I bought all the containers, felt very organized, very adult-like.
Week one: Perfect little meals, properly labeled. I felt like a productivity guru.
Week two: I'm eating cereal for dinner and using the containers to store my collection of takeout sauce packets.
holds up imaginary container
"Ah yes, vintage soy sauce, 2023. A good week for Chinese delivery."
Speaking of food, grocery shopping as an adult is weird. When you're a kid, the grocery store is magical. Everything looks amazing. You want the cookies, the candy, the sugar cereal with the cartoon mascot.
Now I walk through the store like a tired parent, even though I don't have kids. I'm just disappointed in all my options.
walks slowly, shaking head
"This yogurt has too much sugar. These crackers have no fiber. Why is everything either terrible for you or tastes like cardboard had a baby with sadness?"
And I've started doing this thing where I read nutrition labels like I understand them. I don't. I just nod thoughtfully and put things back like I'm some kind of wellness expert.
"Hmm, seventeen grams of... things. That seems like too many things."
The real kicker is when you find yourself getting excited about household appliances. Last month, I spent twenty minutes explaining to my friend why I love my new vacuum cleaner. TWENTY MINUTES. About a vacuum.
"It has three different settings! And look at this attachment! This little brush thing goes in corners!"
My friend just stared at me like I'd been replaced by a suburban mom from 1987.
But you know what? I've decided to embrace it. Yes, I get excited about good storage solutions. Yes, I have opinions about thread count. Yes, I've used the phrase "back in my day" unironically, and I'm only thirty.
shrugs confidently
Because being an adult isn't about having it all figured out. It's about confidently pretending you know what you're doing while secretly googling "how to fold a fitted sheet" for the hundredth time.
And if that's not the American dream, I don't know what is.
pause
Also, if anyone actually knows how to fold a fitted sheet, please find me after the show. I'll pay you.
mic drop gesture
Thank you, you've been a wonderful audience! Don't forget to tip your servers and call your parents – they're worried about you!
Total time: approximately 3 minutes when delivered at normal comedy pace
(The comic walks onto the stage, adjusts the mic stand, and looks at the audience.)
Hey everyone. How are we doing?
I’ve realized recently that I’m not actually an adult. I’m just a toddler with a debit card and back pain. That’s it. That’s the whole experience.
I think the hardest part of modern life is that we have convinced ourselves that we love "convenience." But convenience is just stress in a faster format.
Take self-checkout at the grocery store. Who designed this experience? It’s the only place where I can be a paying customer and an incompetent employee at the same time. I’m scanning my stuff, feeling good, and then I put a single apple in the bag, and the machine screams at me.
"UNEXPECTED ITEM IN THE BAGGING AREA."
It’s so accusatory! It’s like the machine has trust issues. I’m standing there holding a banana like, "I swear, it’s just fruit! I’m not trying to heist the Kroger!"
Then the red light starts flashing. The "Light of Shame." Now I have to wait for the one actual human employee, who is managing twelve robots, to come over. She sighs, swipes a card, and looks at me like I don’t know how gravity works. I didn't steal the apple, Janet, the scale is just gaslighting me!
(Pause for laughter)
And it’s not just the physical world. The digital world is trying to break me, specifically with passwords.
Do you remember when a password could just be "Password123"? Now? You try to create an account to buy socks, and the security requirements are harder than getting into the Pentagon.
"Your password must contain an uppercase letter, a lowercase letter, a number, a special character, and the blood of a virgin."
I’m just trying to buy ankle socks! I don’t need Fort Knox security.
And then, inevitably, I forget the password. So I click "Forgot Password." And the computer says, "Okay, no problem. You can reset it... but you cannot use any of your previous three passwords."
Excuse me? Why do you remember them? If you know what they are, just let me in! Clearly, we both know the secret code!
(Walks a bit across the stage)
I think all this stress is why I’ve started obsessing over sleep. That’s the final stage of adulthood: spending an insane amount of money on bedding.
I bought a pillow last week. It cost eighty dollars. Eighty dollars! For a bag of foam. But the marketing got me. It said it was "Memory Foam."
I don’t know why I want my pillow to have a memory. I drool when I sleep. I don't want the pillow remembering that. I want a pillow with amnesia. I want a pillow that wakes up every morning going, "Who are you and why are you damp?"
The box said it was "Ergonomically designed for side sleepers." I bought it, took it home, and realized it doesn't matter what shape the pillow is, because I sleep like I fell off a building. I wake up with my arm twisted behind my back, one leg off the bed, and my neck at a ninety-degree angle.
I woke up this morning and it took me three minutes to initialize my own spine. I sounded like a bag of gravel being thrown down a staircase. Crack. Pop. Snap.
But, you know, I got up, I drank my coffee, and I reset my password again. So, I guess I’m doing okay.
Thanks, guys, you’ve been great!
(Waves and walks off).
Recreate an interactive, nostalgic Pokémon battle UI in a single HTML file.
Recreate an interactive, classic Mario level in a single HTML file.
Tests an AI's ability to replicate an existing UI with Tailwind CSS
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.
