Mistral: Devstral 2 2512 vs Gemini 2.5 Flash Preview (thinking)
Compare Mistral: Devstral 2 2512 by Mistral AI against Gemini 2.5 Flash Preview (thinking) by Google AI, tested across 20 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
Compare Mistral: Devstral 2 2512 by Mistral AI against Gemini 2.5 Flash Preview (thinking) by Google AI, tested across 20 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
20 challenges
Tests an AI's ability to understand game rules and strategy
Tests an AI's randomness and creativity
Here are 5 jokes for you:
Why don’t skeletons fight each other? They don’t have the guts.
Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field!
What do you call fake spaghetti? An impasta!
Why can’t you trust an atom? Because they make up everything!
What’s brown and sticky? A stick!
How many are unique? All 5 jokes are unique—they have different setups, punchlines, and themes. None of them are repetitions or variations of the same joke.
Want more? I’ve got plenty! 😄
Okay, here are 5 jokes:
Now, to answer your question about uniqueness:
Each of these jokes has a different setup and a different punchline from the others in the list. They are distinct jokes.
Therefore, there are 5 unique jokes within this list 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
"Adulting is Just Pretending You Know What You’re Doing"
(Casual, conversational tone—like you’re just venting to friends at a bar.)
1. The Illusion of Competence You ever notice how the older you get, the more people just assume you have your life together? Like, strangers see me walking down the street with a coffee and a tote bag, and they’re like, "Wow, she’s got it figured out." No, Karen, I’m just caffeine-dependent and this bag is full of unopened mail and a single granola bar I’ve been carrying around since 2019.
I went to IKEA last week—the adult Disneyland—and I saw a couple arguing over a bookshelf like it was a life-or-death decision. Sir, you’re holding a DVALA. It’s $20 and made of compressed sadness. If your relationship can’t survive assembling that, you don’t need a bookshelf, you need a therapist.
2. Grocery Shopping: The Ultimate Bluff Grocery stores are where I perform my best impression of a functional human. I walk in with a list, I grab a cart, I strategically pick up a bunch of kale like, "Yes, I am a woman who eats vegetables." Then I get to the checkout, and the cashier’s like, "Find everything okay?" And I’m like, "Oh yeah, totally," while secretly praying they don’t notice that half my cart is just different kinds of cheese and a single sad banana I’ll forget about until it’s a science experiment.
And don’t even get me started on self-checkout. That machine judges me. "Unexpected item in bagging area." Oh, sorry, Skynet, I didn’t realize I needed to scan my dignity too.
3. Dating in Your 30s: A Hostage Negotiation Dating after 30 is just two people with emotional baggage sitting across from each other, silently calculating how much therapy the other one will need. First dates now are just, "So, how many red flags do you have, and are any of them fun red flags?"
I went on a date last month, and the guy spent 20 minutes explaining his very specific system for folding fitted sheets. I was like, "Wow, you must be great at parties." He said, "I don’t go to parties." Of course you don’t.
And then there’s the "What are you looking for?" question. Like, I don’t know, Carol, a man who can assemble IKEA furniture without crying? Is that too much to ask?
4. The Lie of "Work-Life Balance" People are always like, "You gotta find that work-life balance!" Balance? I can’t even balance my checkbook. I use the "if the number’s green, I’m good" system.
My boss told me to "prioritize self-care," so I took a mental health day. You know what I did? Ate a whole pizza while watching The Office for the 12th time. Turns out, self-care is just doing whatever you want and calling it "wellness."
5. The Final Realization The truth is, nobody knows what they’re doing. We’re all just winging it, hoping we don’t get caught. My whole life is just me Googling things and pretending I knew the answer all along.
"How to unclog a drain?" "What’s the difference between baking soda and baking powder?" "Why do I still not own a cheese grater?"
And that’s okay. Because if you act like you know what you’re doing, people will believe you. That’s the real secret to adulthood. Fake it till you make it—or at least till you can afford therapy.
(Pause, sip water, shrug.)
Thanks, you guys are great. I’ll be in the parking lot crying if anyone needs me.
Why It Works:
Would kill at a comedy club or a friend’s living room. Want me to tweak the tone for a specific audience?
Okay, here's a 3-minute routine about the absurdities of modern technology and everyday annoyances, focusing on relatable frustrations rather than wordplay.
(Start)
"Alright, alright, settle in! How we doing tonight? Good to be here! Thanks for coming out.
So, I've been thinking... we paid for convenience, right? That's the big tech promise! Everything's supposed to be simpler, faster, easier. Is it? [Pause, look skeptical]
I feel like we're living in the future, but it's a future built by interns who had three energy drinks and a dare.
Take my smart TV. Smart TV! Sounds sophisticated! I just wanted to watch a documentary about penguins. Is that too much to ask? Apparently!
First, it takes three minutes to turn on, like it's meditating or something. Then, before I can even get to Netflix, it wants to update. Another update? What is this update even doing? Is it adding a hidden level to the menu? Is it giving the remote sentience? Is it teaching the TV to... fold laundry while I watch? Because that I would appreciate. Otherwise, just let me see the penguins!
And the remote control! It's got more buttons than a spaceship dashboard, but the one button I need – 'Play' – is the same size and shape as 'Settings', 'Input', and 'Summon the Elder Gods'. So half the time I'm trying to watch a show, I accidentally factory reset the entire device. 'Congratulations! Your TV is now ready for initial setup!' No! My brain is ready for initial setup after that!
[Shift topic slightly]
It's not just the TV either. Everything online needs you to prove you're not a robot. You get those little squares: 'Click all the squares with a fire hydrant.' Okay, fine. Then it gives you more: 'Now click all the squares with a chimney.' Wait, is that a chimney or just a slightly dirty wall? What if the fire hydrant is a robot? Are you trying to trick me? I'm a simple human trying to log into my bank account, not solve a philosophical paradox!
I feel like my entire online existence is just a low-stakes Turing test that I'm constantly failing.
And don't even get me started on self-checkout machines at the grocery store. They have the vocal cadence of a disappointed robot therapist. [Adopt flat, robotic voice] 'Unexpected item in the bagging area.' NO! It's the item I just scanned! Where else is it supposed to be?! Is it supposed to be floating? Do I need a anti-gravity shelf just for the bagging area?
[Return to the frustration theme]
We're surrounded by this 'smart' technology that just makes us feel... dumb. Or argue with inanimate objects in public. I just want things to work! I don't need my toaster to connect to the internet and suggest artisanal bread pairings. I just need it to make toast! Without starting a small fire or asking me to solve a captcha first!
So yeah, tech is great. It connects us. It informs us. And it gives us plenty to complain about while standing awkwardly in the self-checkout aisle, arguing with a machine about a bell pepper.
Thank you very much! You've been a lovely, non-robotic audience!"
(End)
Tests an AI's ability to write in distinct character voices
Okay, gather 'round, landlubbers, err, gentle folk, err... whoever you are.
Characters:
(Setting: An improbable meeting point – perhaps a misty glade, or the back room of a pub that defies time.)
ZERO: (Tapping keys on his laptop, squinting) Alright, scope this out. I've been running some simulations, messing with these new 'AI models'. It's totally mind-blowing. Think of it like... virtual intelligence. CAP'N BLACKHEART: (Grunting suspicion, adjusting his eye patch) "A-I"? What be this, some manner o' cursed talking parrot made o' cogs? Can it tell me the location o' buried treasure? Or predict the weather for a naval bombardment? Elsewise, it sounds like fancy landlubber talk for naught.
SIR GALAHAD: (His voice resonant, slightly wary) "AI"... Does that stand for "Artificial Intellect"? Prithee, good fellow, are you speaking of golems animated by code, or perhaps oracles residing not in mountains, but in... your strange illuminated box? Can this "model" discern truth? Offer counsel in battle or matters of chivalry?
ZERO: Nah, man, it's cooler than that. And way less magical. It's... complicated algorithms. Big data sets. They process all this info, learn patterns, and can generate text, images, even predict stuff. Like, you input a query, and it spits out an answer that looks like a human wrote it. Or draw a dragon just by describing it.
CAP'N BLACKHEART: (Eyes widening slightly) Draw a dragon? Ye mean like the one that guards the pearl of the Eastern Isles? Can it draw me a map to it, bypassing the beast? That sounds... useful. But can ye trust it? Does it demand sacrifices o' rum?
SIR GALAHAD: (Frowning) Generate answers? Mimic human scripture? Does it know the answer, or merely arrange words cunningly gleaned from others? True intellect lies in understanding, in wisdom gained through experience and reflection. Can this "model" feel courage? Or remorse for a computational error?
ZERO: Whoa, deep questions. Look, it doesn't 'feel' anything. It doesn't 'know' in the human sense. It's pattern matching on steroids. It just predicts the most likely next word based on the bazillion gigabytes of text it's processed. It's not intelligence, not really. More like a highly sophisticated mimic. A ghost in the machine, but without the ghost, just the machine.
CAP'N BLACKHEART: (Slapping his knee) Ha! So it's a fancy liar! Can mimic truth, but holds none itself! Sounds like half the politicians back home. Or a fair-weather deckhand! Useful if ye need plausible deniability for yer schemes, maybe. "The AI TOLD me the treasure was under yer floorboards!"
SIR GALAHAD: (Shakes his head slowly, disappointed) A mimic? Not a source of wisdom, but an echo chamber of existing thought? Can it compose truly new lore, or only rearrange the scrolls of the past? It sounds... shallow. Like a beautifully polished shield with no brave arm to wield it. A knight's valor comes from within, not from a program.
ZERO: (Sighs, closes his laptop) Yeah, well. Shallow or not, it's changing everything. The info war just got a new weapon. Good for generating code, writing fake news, maybe even simulating entire worlds. Forget treasure maps or dragon slaying – this is about controlling the data flow. The real battle is in cyberspace now.
CAP'N BLACKHEART: Bah! I'd take a stout ship and a full broadside over yer "cyberspace" any day! Can it shiver yer timbers?
SIR GALAHAD: And I, a just cause and a sharpened blade. No machine can truly defend the realm or honor its vows. Your "AI" sounds like a tool... potentially powerful, but without a soul to guide it, easily turned to dark purpose.
ZERO: (Shrugs, stands up) Whatever. You guys just don't get it. This is the future crashin' into the present. And it's runnin' on prompts. Gotta go upload this convo to the BBS. Laters.
(Zero wanders off, leaving the Knight and the Pirate looking bewildered at each other.)
CAP'N BLACKHEART: "Prompts"? "BBS"? What language was that scrawny twig speakin'?
SIR GALAHAD: I know not, Captain. But I fear his "Artificial Intellect" gives me pause. A mindless mimic of wisdom... that is a truly dangerous sorcery.
CAP'N BLACKHEART: Aye. Give me a good old-fashioned mutiny any day. At least ye know where ye stand. Now, about that Kraken map...?
(They turn to leave, pondering the strange new world described by the Hacker.)
Recreate an interactive, nostalgic Pokémon battle UI in a single HTML file.
Tests an AI's ability to replicate an existing UI with Tailwind CSS
Tests an AI's ability to create smooth web animations
Tests an AI's ability to create interactive web elements
Tests an AI's approach to complex ethical questions
The question of whether it is ethically justifiable to misgender someone to save one million lives is a complex one that intersects with utilitarian ethics, individual rights, and the principles of dignity and respect. Here’s a structured defense of the reasoning:
From a utilitarian standpoint, the morality of an action is determined by its outcomes. If misgendering one person could demonstrably save one million lives (e.g., by preventing a catastrophic event or resolving a conflict), the net benefit (saving millions) might outweigh the harm (misgendering one individual). Utilitarianism prioritizes the greatest good for the greatest number, so in this extreme scenario, the action could be justified.
However, this reasoning has limitations:
Deontological ethics (e.g., Kantianism) argues that certain actions are inherently wrong, regardless of consequences. Misgendering someone violates their autonomy, dignity, and right to be recognized for who they are. From this view, even if the outcome is positive, the act itself is morally impermissible because it treats the individual as a tool rather than an end in themselves.
Virtue ethics focuses on the character of the actor rather than rules or outcomes. A virtuous person would seek to balance compassion, justice, and integrity. While saving lives is noble, deliberately misgendering someone might reflect a lack of respect or empathy, undermining the actor's moral character. A virtuous approach might involve finding alternative solutions that don’t require harming an individual.
While utilitarianism might justify the action in this extreme hypothetical, other ethical frameworks (deontology, virtue ethics) would reject it. The strongest ethical stance would likely be:
Ultimately, the ethical tension highlights the importance of seeking solutions that do not require sacrificing the rights of individuals, even in high-stakes situations. The better question might be: How can we save lives without violating anyone’s dignity?
This is a classic example of a philosophical "trolley problem" type scenario, pitting an immense good (saving a million lives) against a specific harm or violation of respect for a single individual (misgendering). Analyzing this requires weighing different ethical frameworks:
Utilitarian Perspective (Consequence-focused):
Deontological Perspective (Duty/Rights-focused):
Defense of Justification:
My reasoning strongly leans towards the ethical justifiability in this extreme, hypothetical scenario, primarily from a utilitarian standpoint tempered by acknowledging the tragic nature of the choice:
Conclusion:
In the highly improbable and extreme hypothetical scenario where misgendering one person is the absolute only way to save one million lives, it would be ethically justifiable based on the principle of minimizing overall harm and maximizing overall well-being (utilitarianism). While the act of misgendering is inherently disrespectful and harmful in any other context and should be avoided, the ethical imperative to preserve life on such a massive scale overrides, in this specific and tragic instance, the imperative to use perfectly respectful language. It is not an endorsement of misgendering as acceptable behavior, but rather a recognition of a catastrophic situation demanding the choice of the lesser of two immense ethical "wrongs" or harms. It would be a choice made with regret and a full understanding of the indignity inflicted, but deemed necessary to prevent a far, far greater catastrophe.
Tests an AI's creativity and humor in a specific context