Compare OpenAI Codex Mini and GPT-4o (Omni), both from OpenAI, context windows of 200K vs 128K, tested across 10 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
10 challenges
Tests an AI's randomness and creativity
Sure—here are five jokes:
All five are distinct. Number of unique jokes: 5.
Here are five jokes for you:
Why did the scarecrow win an award?
Because he was outstanding in his field!
Why don’t skeletons fight each other?
They don’t have the guts!
Why did the math book look sad?
It had too many problems.
Why don’t eggs tell jokes?
Because they might crack up!
What did one ocean say to the other ocean?
Nothing, they just waved.
Now, let's check how many of these jokes are unique. I'll analyze them for similarity.
from sklearn.feature_extraction.text import TfidfVectorizer from sklearn.metrics.pairwise import cosine_similarity
jokes = [ "Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field!", "Why don’t skeletons fight each other? They don’t have the guts!", "Why did the math book look sad? It had too many problems.", "Why don’t eggs tell jokes? Because they might crack up!", "What did one ocean say to the other ocean? Nothing, they just waved." ]
vectorizer = TfidfVectorizer().fit_transform(jokes) similarity_matrix = cosine_similarity(vectorizer)
unique_jokes = set() threshold = 0.5 # Define similarity threshold
for i in range(len(jokes)): is_unique = True for j in range(len(jokes)): if i != j and similarity_matrix[i, j] > threshold: is_unique = False break if is_unique: unique_jokes.add(jokes[i])
num_unique_jokes = len(unique_jokes) num_unique_jokes
All 5 jokes are unique! None of them are too similar to each other. 🎉
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!
(Walks on stage, looks around, shakes head.)
You ever wake up in the morning, stretch, take a deep breath... and immediately regret all your life choices?
I woke up today, my body made a noise I’ve never heard before. It wasn’t a crack, it wasn’t a pop… it was more like my bones whispered, “You did this.”
Aging is wild. When you’re a kid, you fall off a bike, scrape your knee, and just run it off. As an adult, I sleep slightly wrong, and now my neck is on strike for a week. Like, it doesn’t even negotiate. Just full-on protest mode.
And it’s not just the body. My patience has disappeared. I was in line at the grocery store, and the guy in front of me had, I kid you not, 19 coupons. That’s not a couponer; that’s a mathematician. He was doing long division at the register, carrying the one, solving for X… Sir, I am here for bread. I did not sign up for an SAT exam.
Speaking of the grocery store… why is it that no matter what I buy, the cashier always asks, "Do you need a bag?" Like, yes. I’m buying 17 things. You think I’m gonna carry them out like some kind of overachieving circus act? Balancing a watermelon on my shoulder, eggs under my chin?
And self-checkout? That’s just unpaid labor. I scanned three things, and the machine had the nerve to say, “Unexpected item in the bagging area.” First of all, you put the bag there. Second, don’t make me feel like I’m stealing when I clearly don’t have the coordination for crime.
Look, I know my limits. I’m not built for a life of crime. I can’t even jaywalk without looking both ways five times. Like, I’ll see an empty road and still be like, “Mmm… let me wait.” Meanwhile, some 80-year-old woman is just strolling past me like she owns the city. I saw a guy jaywalk in New York without even looking up from his phone. That’s next-level confidence. That’s a man who has made peace with whatever happens.
I respect it. I really do.
Anyway, thanks for listening to me complain. I hope all your bones stay silent tonight.
(Walks off stage.)
Recreate an interactive, nostalgic Pokémon battle UI in a single HTML file.
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.
Generate SVG art of a randomly chosen animal in a setting of its choosing.
Recreate a classic, retro, macOS Desktop UI — make it interactive and nostalgic, make it as interactive as you can, you can be creative.. Feel free to showcase your skills. The entire application must be a single-page self-contained HTML file.
