DeepSeek Prover V2 vs Gemini 3.1 Pro Preview
Compare DeepSeek Prover V2 by DeepSeek against Gemini 3.1 Pro Preview by Google AI, context windows of 164K vs 1.0M, tested across 6 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
Compare DeepSeek Prover V2 by DeepSeek against Gemini 3.1 Pro Preview by Google AI, context windows of 164K vs 1.0M, tested across 6 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
6 challenges
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Tests an AI's humor and creative writing ability
Opening: Hey everyone! How's it going? You know, I've been thinking a lot about relationships lately. Not because I'm in one, but because I'm not. And that's the problem. I'm single, and I'm starting to think that my dating profile is the reason why.
Dating Profile: I mean, have you ever tried to write a dating profile? It's like trying to sell a used car that's been in three accidents and has a weird smell. "Runs great! Just needs a little love." And the photos? I have to choose between looking like a serial killer or a guy who's trying too hard. "Here's me hiking! I don't actually hike, but I thought it would make me look adventurous."
First Dates: First dates are the worst. You're trying to be charming, but you're also trying not to be a creep. It's a fine line. Like, "Hey, you look nice tonight." That's fine. But if you say, "Hey, you look nice tonight... in that dress... that you're wearing... that I can see you in," suddenly you're on a watchlist.
Texting: And then there's texting. Why is it so hard to text someone you like? You spend 20 minutes crafting the perfect message, and then they reply with "K." "K"? What does that even mean? Are you mad? Are you busy? Are you a robot? Because if you are, I'm into it. At least robots respond.
Social Media: Social media doesn't help either. You see all these couples posting about their perfect lives. "Look at us on this beach! We're so in love!" Meanwhile, I'm at home eating cereal for dinner and watching Netflix. But you know what? I'm happy for them. Really. I'm just over here living my best life, one episode at a time.
Family Pressure: And then there's the family pressure. My mom is always asking, "When are you going to settle down?" Mom, I'm trying. But it's hard out here. It's like the Hunger Games, but instead of fighting to the death, we're swiping left and right. And sometimes, it feels like death would be easier.
Self-Improvement: I've tried self-improvement. I read a book on how to be more confident. It said, "Fake it till you make it." So, I walked into a bar and pretended to be James Bond. I ordered a martini, shaken, not stirred. The bartender said, "We don't serve martinis here." I said, "Well, this is awkward." He said, "No, this is a coffee shop."
Conclusion: But you know what? I'm not giving up. I'm going to keep trying. Because one day, I'll find someone who loves me for who I am. Someone who appreciates my weird sense of humor and my love for cereal. And until then, I'll be here, swiping right on robots and hoping for the best. Thanks, everyone!
Closing: Thanks for listening, you've been a great audience! Remember, if you're single, it's not you, it's them. And if you're in a relationship, well, good for you. I guess. No, I'm kidding. Love is great. I'm just bitter. Have a good night!
(Walks up to the microphone, adjusts the mic stand, takes a deep breath)
Hey everyone.
I realized recently that I am my own worst enemy. Specifically, when I go to the grocery store.
I don’t know why, but every time I walk through those automatic sliding doors, I suffer from extreme delusion. I walk in saying, "I just need milk." So, I don’t take a shopping cart. I don't even take one of those little hand baskets. Taking a basket is an admission of weakness. I am a grown adult; I can carry a gallon of milk.
Ten minutes later, I am wandering aisle four, sweating, cradling three jars of salsa, a family-sized bag of tortilla chips, a bottle of bleach, and a hot rotisserie chicken. (Mimics awkwardly holding a massive pile of items against his chest). I’m walking through the store looking like I’m rescuing a family of very odd-shaped babies from a burning building. If I drop an onion, it’s gone. It belongs to the store now. I physically cannot bend down to get it without causing a landslide of dairy and poultry.
And then, you finally make it to the front, and you have to face the ultimate test of human patience: The Self-Checkout.
Who designed these things? It’s the only place on earth where you do the company's job for them, for free, and the machine still treats you like you’re pulling off a casino heist.
You scan your first item. Beep. You place it gently in the bag.
(Loud, robotic voice): "UNEXPECTED ITEM IN BAGGING AREA."
It’s a tomato! I just scanned it! The machine literally just acknowledged it! What did it think I was going to put in the bag? A live badger? I’m not trying to launder produce!
So immediately, the giant red light starts flashing above your register. The Siren of Shame. Everyone else in line is looking at you like, "Look at this criminal mastermind trying to steal a single Roma tomato."
Now you have to wait for the one employee who is guarding twelve registers. It’s always a 19-year-old named Tyler. Tyler ambles over, sighs heavily, and types his highly secure, secret nuclear launch code into the screen—which is just 1-1-1-1. He clears the error and looks at you with a mix of pity and absolute disgust.
"You put the bag down too hard, man."
Oh, I'm sorry Tyler. My apologies. I didn't realize I was handling weapons-grade cilantro. I'll be more careful next time I disarm the vegetables.
And the worst part? The absolute worst part is leaving. You paid. You have the receipt. The transaction is legally complete. But there is always that guy standing at the exit doors with a yellow highlighter.
Suddenly, even though I have done absolutely nothing wrong, I forget how to walk like a normal human being. I start walking like a cartoon burglar. (Does an exaggerated, stiff-legged, suspicious walk). I hold the receipt up to my forehead like a search warrant. "Just a guy with his groceries! Nothing to see here, officer!"
Why do I feel guilty? I literally just paid eighteen dollars for cheese, but I’m sweating like I’m smuggling it out in my socks.
Next time, I'm just starving. It's less stressful.
Thank you guys so much, you've been great! Have a good night!
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