Compare DeepSeek Prover V2 by DeepSeek against Pony Alpha by OpenRouter, in 1 community votes, pony alpha wins 100% of head-to-head duels, context windows of 164K vs 200K, tested across 6 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
In 1 community votes, Pony Alpha wins 100% of head-to-head duels. Based on blind community voting from the RIVAL open dataset of 1+ human preference judgments for this pair.
6 challenges
Tests an AI's ability to create detailed SVG illustrations of gaming hardware
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 mic, adjusts stand, looks around the room)
How are we doing tonight? Good?
I’m at that weird age where my body is actively betraying me. I’m not old, but I’m definitely… used. You know? I made a loud noise yesterday, just bending over to tie my shoe. It wasn’t even a crack, it was more like a dry twig snapping.
I sounded like a campfire. I had to stay in that position for like thirty seconds just to make sure I didn’t void the warranty.
But the worst part of getting older isn’t the back pain. It’s the technology gap. Specifically, the war between me and my "Smart" devices.
(Paces a bit)
Does anyone else have a "Smart Home"? Because I don’t think my home is smart. I think my home is a snitch.
I have a smart speaker. I won’t say the name, but it’s a cylinder that lives in my kitchen and judges my nutritional choices. I live alone, so I use it for company, but it’s a toxic relationship.
The other day I was trying to turn off the lights. It’s 11 PM. I’m tired. I say, "Turn off the living room lights." And the cylinder goes, "I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that." So I say it louder. "TURN OFF THE LIGHTS." It says, "Playing 'Blinding Lights' by The Weeknd." (Mimics frantic panic) No! Stop! The lights are on! You made it worse! Now I’m screaming at a plastic tube while "Blinding Lights" is blasting at max volume, and I’m trying to unplug it, but my hands are sweaty because I’m panic-sweating.
And then… the silence. And then the cylinder says, in that calm voice: "By the way, your posture looks terrible." It didn’t say that, but I felt it. I felt the judgment.
(Pause for laughter)
And don’t get me started on the self-checkout lines at the grocery store. That is the most stressful job I’ve ever had, and I don’t even get a discount.
I walk up to the machine. I’m scanning my items. I’m in the zone. Beep. Beep. Then I put a banana down. "UNEXPECTED ITEM IN BAGGING AREA." (Freezes, eyes wide) It’s a banana! It’s yellow! It’s curved! It’s the most expected item in the history of commerce! Why are you surprised?
Then the machine locks up. The light starts flashing blue. And I have to stand there and wait for the one employee who is monitoring sixteen machines. She walks over with that look. You know the look. The "I see you’re bad at technology" look.
She types in a code, looks at the banana, looks at me, and says, "You have to wait for it to register." I said, "It’s a banana, not a nuclear launch code. Just let me pay for my potassium."
(Adjusts mic stand)
But the ultimate humiliation? The "Forgot Password" protocol.
I have a theory that "Forgot Password" is the biggest lie in the English language. It implies that at some point, I knew the password, and then simply forgot it. That is not true. I have never known a password in my life. I know the first three letters, and then my thumb does a little dance on the keyboard, and I hope for the best.
And the requirements! "Your password must contain one uppercase letter, one number, one symbol, and the blood of a virgin." So I finally make a password I think is secure. I type it in. The computer says: "Password Strength: Weak." (Looks offended) Weak? Excuse me? "Don't talk to me like that. I'm trying to get into my bank account, I don't need a critique on my creativity."
So I change it to something aggressive. Like "EatGlass99!" "Password Strength: Strong." See? The computer respects violence.
Then I hit "Log In." And the screen says: "Incorrect Password." So I click "Forgot Password." And it asks me to prove I’m not a robot.
That is the most humbling moment of modern life. I am sitting in my underwear at 2 AM, trying to prove my sentience to a Dell laptop. "Select all the images with a traffic light." I’m panicking! Is that part of a traffic light? Or is it the whole pole? If I get this wrong, am I locked out of my email, or does the computer call the police and say, "We found a robot"?
I’m overthinking it. I click on a square. "Please try again." I failed the Turing Test! I am a robot! I have no soul! I just wanted to check my bank balance!
(Checks watch/time) Anyway, my name is [Your Name], thanks for letting me vent. You've been a great audience! Goodnight
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