Compare OpenAI Codex Mini by OpenAI against Gemini 2.5 Flash Lite Preview 06-17 by Google AI, context windows of 200K vs 1.0M, tested across 8 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
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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 scientists trust atoms? Because they make up everything!
What do you call a fish with no eyes? Fsh!
I'm reading a book about anti-gravity. It's impossible to put down!
Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field!
What's orange and sounds like a parrot? A carrot!
Answer: All 5 jokes are unique.
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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!
Alright, alright, settle in, folks! Thanks for coming out. My name is [Your Name], and I'm really excited to be here. Mostly because I'm not at home. My apartment is currently undergoing a renovation. It's less of a renovation and more of a... controlled demolition. The contractor said, "We're going to knock down a wall." I said, "Great, which one?" He said, "The one between the kitchen and the living room." I said, "Okay, but... why?" He looked at me like I'd just asked him to explain quantum physics using interpretive dance. He said, "To open up the space." I said, "Right, but I like having a separate place to hide my shame snacks. Now my shame snacks are in the same room as my guests." It's going to be awkward. Someone's going to be telling a heartfelt story about their childhood dog, and I'm going to be in the background, face-deep in a bag of Doritos, trying to pretend the crinkling sound is just the wind.
And speaking of opening things up, have you guys noticed how much... stuff we accumulate? My mom came over the other day and said, "You need to declutter." I said, "Mom, this isn't clutter, this is my curated collection of existential dread and expired coupons." She picked up a dusty yoga mat. "What's this for?" she asked. I said, "That's for when I'm feeling particularly optimistic about my ability to touch my toes. It's a very rare occasion." She then pointed at a stack of self-help books. "Are you reading all these?" I said, "No, Mom, I'm just trying to absorb their wisdom through osmosis. It's a lot less effort." She then looked at my collection of novelty mugs. I have one that says "World's Okayest Friend." It's my most aspirational mug. She said, "Why do you have so many mugs?" I said, "Because sometimes I forget if I've had my coffee, and I need a fresh vessel to remind me." It's a vicious cycle.
You know what else is a vicious cycle? Online dating questionnaires. They ask you all these incredibly deep, probing questions. Like, "What are your five-year life goals?" My five-year life goal is to not have to answer this question again for at least five years. Or, "What's your ideal weekend?" My ideal weekend involves me not having to explain to a stranger on the internet that my ideal weekend involves discovering a forgotten bag of chips in the back of my pantry. That's peak excitement for me. They also ask about your hobbies. I put down "contemplating the vastness of the universe and strategically avoiding eye contact with strangers." Apparently, that's not a recognized hobby. Who knew? I'm going to start a club. It'll be very exclusive. We'll meet in dimly lit rooms, avoid eye contact, and ponder the meaning of life. Our motto? "Meh."
Anyway, thanks for listening to my ramblings. I hope you've enjoyed it more than I've enjoyed my current apartment. And remember, if you see me in the grocery store with a yoga mat and a stack of self-help books, just... nod. And maybe offer me a coffee. From a clean mug. Thank you!
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