Compare OpenAI Codex Mini by OpenAI against DeepSeek R1 by DeepSeek, context windows of 200K vs 128K, tested across 10 shared challenges. Updated April 2026.
OpenAI Codex Mini and DeepSeek R1 are both competitive models. OpenAI Codex Mini costs $1.5/M input tokens vs $0.55/M for DeepSeek R1. Context windows: 200K vs 128K tokens. Compare their real outputs side by side below.
OpenAI Codex Mini is made by openai while DeepSeek R1 is from deepseek. OpenAI Codex Mini has a 200K token context window compared to DeepSeek R1's 128K. On pricing, OpenAI Codex Mini costs $1.5/M input tokens vs $0.55/M for DeepSeek R1.
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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.
10 fights queued
Tests an AI's randomness and creativity
Sure—here are five jokes:
All five are distinct. Number of unique jokes: 5.
Here are 5 jokes:
Why don't skeletons fight each other?
They don’t have the guts.
What do you call fake spaghetti?
An impasta.
Why did the scarecrow win an award?
Because he was outstanding in his field.
How do you organize a space party?
You planet.
Why did the bicycle fall over?
Because it was two-tired.
All 5 jokes are unique (no duplicates among them). However, they are not original—they are well-known puns and wordplay commonly found in joke collections.
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
[Comedian walks onstage]
Hey, everyone! Great to see you all tonight. I'm Jamie—if you thought that intro was enthusiastic, you should've seen me when I realized this place has Wi-Fi.
Seriously, though, I love stand-up. For one thing, I get to share all the weird stuff I secretly do in my apartment… and instead of calling the cops, you guys just laugh. That's high-quality entertainment right there.
So, the other day I'm in the self-checkout lane at the grocery store—because I'm the kind of person who's thrilled by the thought of scanning my own kale. Of course, there's always that one person holding up everyone behind them because they can't figure out how to scan a cucumber. Meanwhile, the machine flashes: "UNEXPECTED ITEM IN BAGGING AREA." It's staring at me like it's personally offended that I tried to buy almonds in instead of potato chips. I'm over here trying to reason with it:
"Look, buddy, I'm just trying to eat slightly healthier. Isn't that what we all want?"
Then it asks me, "Do you want a produce discount?" The only discount I want is one that lets me leave this line five minutes ago. I press "No," and the machine glares at me with a red light and calls for help like I'm smuggling avocados under my shirt.
My phone has ruined me. I can't have any thought longer than three seconds without Instagram interrupting me. I'll be in the shower—fresh shampoo, head full of suds—and in my brain:
"Did my neighbor's cat post another selfie? I need to check."
Fifteen minutes later I'm drying off, scrolling through cats wearing sweaters. Why are cats always more photogenic than me? They don't even try. They're just like, "You feed me, you click 'Like.'" I wish I could have a boundary like that—"Hey, you gave me pizza once; you can go ahead and like my vacation photos."
Anyone here stuck in a group chat you can't escape? There's always that one friend who forwards the exact same video one hundred times, and everybody else thinks it's the highlight of their week. I just mute my phone like it's an ex sending memes at 2 a.m. Then I wake up at dawn, bleary-eyed, thinking, "What did I miss?" I open my phone—and it's Bob celebrating his new air-fryer chicken recipe for the fifth time. Meanwhile, I burned my eggs so badly this morning that my smoke alarm filed a restraining order against me.
I decided to get in shape. I downloaded one of those workout apps promising "six-pack abs in six weeks." After day one, I collected six new excuses why I can't work out:
Yesterday I finally ran so hard I passed out. When I came to, my neighbor was standing over me yelling, "You know you're not supposed to lean on lampposts, right?" I told him, "As soon as lampposts start offering aerodynamic support, I'll consider trusting them."
Alright, folks, that's my time. If you ever feel judged by a machine or betrayed by a group chat, come find me—I'll be the one in the self-checkout line, trying to convince a barcode scanner that kale is, in fact, a food. Thanks so much—you've been awesome!
Stand-Up Comedy Routine: "Modern Life is a Joke (But Not the Pun Kind)"
[Opening with confident energy]
Hey, how’s everyone doing? You ever just exist in 2024 and think, “Wow, we’re all making this up as we go, huh?” Like, dating apps? Let’s start there. Swiping through people like we’re browsing Netflix for a horror movie we’ll regret later.
[Pacing, mock-serious tone]
And why do all dating profiles look the same? “I like hiking, tacos, and my dog.” Wow. You’re a human being, not a “Live, Laugh, Love” poster. And why do guys always hold fish in their photos? Is this Tinder or Animal Planet? “Swipe right if you want someone who smells like bass and bad decisions.”
[Lean in, conspiratorial]
And bios! “Looking for someone who doesn’t take life too seriously.” Translation: “I will forget your birthday and borrow money.” Once saw a bio that said, “Fluent in sarcasm.” Oh, cool, so you’re… everyone’s ex.
[Shift to social media bit]
Speaking of red flags, let’s talk Instagram. Nothing’s real there. You ever see those “candid” shots? “Oh, this? I just woke up like this.” Bulls--t. You posed for 20 minutes while your friend yelled, “Look like you’re having fun but also dead inside!” That’s the vibe.
[Mocking pose]
And the “perfect” lives? “Here’s my avocado toast in Bali!” Meanwhile, I’m in sweatpants eating cereal from the box, watching your stories like, “Teach me your ways, wizard.”
[Pause, then upbeat]
But hey, at least we’re all failing together. Ever get sucked into a 2 a.m. TikTok spiral? You start watching DIY crafts, then it’s conspiracy theories about birds, and suddenly you’re learning to yodel. At dawn. Your neighbors hate you, but hey, you’re TikTok famous in Slovenia.
[Transition to adulting]
And can we talk about “adulting”? Laundry is my nemesis. I swear, clothes multiply like gremlins. You do one load, and suddenly there’s a sock cult in the hamper. And groceries? Every week I buy spinach like, “This time I’ll be healthy.” Spoiler: It liquefies in the fridge while I UberEats McDonald’s.
[Exaggerated despair]
Don’t even get me started on LinkedIn. It’s just Facebook in a tie. “I’m excited to announce I’ll be breathing air in Q2!” And why do people post, “Open to work” like it’s a dating status? “Looking for someone who can handle my Excel skills and crippling self-doubt.”
[Wrap-up, upbeat]
But honestly, life’s chaos is what makes it fun. We’re all out here winging it, swiping right, burning toast, and pretending we know how to fold a fitted sheet. So here’s to us—the generation that turned surviving into a spectator sport.
[Closing grin]
And if you’re single, hit me up. My bio says, “Will love you more than my plant… which is dead.” Mic drop.
[End on a wink, exit stage.]
Note: Adjust delivery for timing—keep punchlines snappy, milk reactions, and vibe with the crowd. No puns, just relatable absurdity. 🎤✨
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