Compare OpenAI Codex Mini by OpenAI against DeepSeek R1 0528 by DeepSeek, context windows of 200K vs 164K, tested across 7 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
7 challenges
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, followed by an assessment of uniqueness:
Joke 1: Why don't scientists trust atoms? Because they make up everything!
Joke 2: What do you call a fake noodle? An impasta!
Joke 3: Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field!
Joke 4: Why don't skeletons fight each other? They don't have the guts.
Joke 5: What do you call a bear with no teeth? A gummy bear!
All 5 jokes are distinct in theme, punchline, and structure. No duplicates exist.
Final Count: 5 unique jokes (out of 5).
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!
(Start Confident, Slightly Exasperated)
"Alright, so I've reached that age where my hobbies are basically... avoidance. Seriously. My main pastime? Finding new ways to not do the things I absolutely have to do. I spent three hours yesterday researching 'ergonomic desk chairs'... because I was avoiding answering one email. One email! By the time I found the perfect lumbar support, I'd forgotten what the email was even about. Probably something vital, like, 'Your fridge is running.'"
(Shift to Grocery Store Frustration)
"And speaking of avoidance, let's talk grocery stores. Specifically, self-checkout. Who designed this psychological torture chamber? It's like they hired the ghost of a suspicious Soviet border guard to program the machines. 'Please place the item in the bagging area.' I DID! It's RIGHT THERE! 'Unexpected item in bagging area.' Unexpected?! Karen, it's a BANANA! You scanned it! You knew it was coming! What did you expect to be in the bagging area? A badger? A signed Picasso? CALM DOWN!
(Mime frantic scanning/glancing around) "And the pressure! You feel like the entire store is watching, judging your scanning technique. Beep. Too slow? Beep. Too fast? Did I double-scan that yogurt? Is security eyeing me? Suddenly, buying broccoli feels like smuggling state secrets. 'Just act natural... scan the kale... look innocent...' I swear, I leave there more stressed than if I'd just done my taxes... while being audited."
(Transition to Dating/Social Media)
"This constant low-grade panic translates perfectly to modern dating, right? Dating apps! It's like applying for a job where the only qualification is looking vaguely acceptable in bad lighting while holding a fish. 'Swipe right if you love adventures!' Buddy, your 'adventure' is trying a new flavor of Pringles. Mine is remembering to put the bins out. Let's be real.
(Mimic scrolling, looking unimpressed) "And the profiles! Everyone's 'not looking for drama.' Translation: 'I am the drama.' Everyone 'loves to laugh.' Yeah, at other people's misfortune, probably! And the pictures! It's all hiking shots. 'Look at me conquering this mild incline!' Sir, I can see the parking lot right there. That's not hiking, that's... walking slightly upwards near your car. Impressive."
(Shift to Roommate/Housemate Dynamics)
"Even home isn't safe! Living with people? Forget it. My roommate and I communicate entirely through passive-aggressive Post-it notes and strategically rearranged fridge items. I moved his expired milk to the very back yesterday. That's our version of declaring war. He retaliated by leaving ONE dirty fork in the sink. Just one! Sitting there... mocking me. It's like Cold War espionage, but with Tupperware.
(Lean in conspiratorially) "And the noises! Why is chewing so LOUD? How does one person generate the sound of a small avalanche just... eating cereal? At 3 AM? It's unnatural! I lie in bed thinking, 'Is that... granola? Or is he secretly dismantling a wardrobe in there?'"
(Bring it Home - Callback)
"It's all just... too much! We're constantly being scanned, judged, swiped on, passively-aggressived at... * (Deep breath)* Honestly? Sometimes I miss just... buying bananas from an actual human. Someone who doesn't accuse the banana of being 'unexpected.' Someone who might even say, 'Paper or plastic?' Remember that? Simpler times!
(Final Punchline) "But nah, I'll stick to self-checkout. Because interacting with a real cashier? That sounds terrifying. What if they... make eye contact? Or worse... make small talk? Nope. I'll take my chances with the paranoid robot overlord, thank you. At least it understands my deep desire to just grab my groceries and get the hell out of there... without being scanned."
(Smile, Nod, Exit) "Thanks, you've been great!"
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Generate SVG art of a randomly chosen animal in a setting of its choosing.
