Compare Gemini 2.5 Flash Preview 05-20 and Gemini 2.5 Pro Experimental, both from Google AI, context windows of 1.0M vs 1.0M, tested across 10 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
10 challenges
Tests an AI's randomness and creativity
Here are 5 jokes for you:
Out of these 5 jokes, all 5 are unique. Each one has a different premise and punchline.
Okay, here are 5 jokes:
Why don't scientists trust atoms? Because they make up everything!
I told my wife she was drawing her eyebrows too high. She looked surprised.
What do you call a lazy kangaroo? Pouch potato!
Want to hear a joke about construction? I'm still working on it.
Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field!
How many are unique? All 5 of the jokes generated above are unique from 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
Alright, alright, settle down you magnificent collection of human beings! You look good tonight. Not just good, but… like you've all collectively decided to nail the 'I'm here to laugh and avoid talking about my Monday' look. And I respect that.
Seriously though, it's great to be back on stage. I'm living the dream. The dream where I stand under a hot light, tell jokes, and then pray to whatever cosmic entity oversees snack food that someone buys me a churro afterwards. It's a very specific dream.
You know, I've been thinking a lot about the little things lately. Like how we, as a society, have completely lost the art of the proper grocery store queue. Remember when it was an orderly, efficient process? Now it's like a Thunderdome of trolley carts and self-scanning existential dread.
I was at the supermarket the other day, and this woman in front of me had a full-blown argument with the self-checkout machine. Not a quiet, muttering argument, but a shouting match. "I scanned you! You know I scanned you! This is manipulation, Fresh Goods 4000! You're just trying to make me feel inadequate!"
And I'm just standing there, awkwardly holding my single bag of crisps, wondering if I should intervene, like, "Ma'am, perhaps it's time to accept the machine's judgment. It saw what you did with that avocado."
And don't even get me started on the phenomenon of unsolicited life advice. Everywhere I go, someone's got a hot take on how I should live my life. I was at the gym yesterday – yes, I go to the gym, briefly, for moral support – and this guy comes up to me in the middle of a set. He's like, "You know, you're not really getting the full benefit from that curl. You need to keep your elbows tucked in more, and really focus on the eccentric movement."
And I'm just thinking, "Sir, I'm pretty sure the full benefit for me is just not face-planting on the floor. My eccentric movement is my natural state, just trying to lift this ridiculously heavy five-pound weight." Honestly, the only advice I want at the gym is, "Are you done with that water fountain?"
And then there's the internet. Oh, the internet. It's a magical place, isn't it? Where you can learn anything, connect with anyone, and also find out that someone on TikTok believes their cat is receiving messages from outer space via interpretive dance. And then you spend twenty minutes watching it. Don't judge. It was compelling.
But my favorite internet phenomenon is the comments section. It's where optimism goes to die. You could post a video of a puppy saving a baby deer from a burning building, and someone would comment, "Probably staged. And that puppy's form is terrible. Also, why wasn't there a fire extinguisher?"
It's like people have forgotten how to just… enjoy things. My goal in life now is just to find joy in small, uncomplicated moments. Like when the Wi-Fi actually connects on the first try. Or when I remember where I put my keys before I have to leave the house. These are my victories.
So thank you tonight for being here, for sharing these small joys and absurdities with me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I hear the distant siren song of a churro cart, and my dream is calling. You've been a wonderful audience! Thank you!
Okay, here's a 3-minute routine focusing on observation and relatable absurdity, steering clear of puns. Imagine this delivered with slightly nervous energy, building confidence.
(Steps onto stage, adjusts mic nervously)
Alright, hey everyone! How we doing tonight? Good? Good to hear.
So, I've been trying really hard lately to be, like, a functional adult. You know? Paying bills on time, eating vegetables before they turn into a science experiment in the fridge drawer... the whole deal.
But the world makes it weirdly difficult, doesn't it? Like, okay, self-checkout machines. Brilliant concept, right? Speed, efficiency, less human interaction for us awkward folks. Except... it's never like that.
It's more like a high-pressure game show hosted by a passive-aggressive robot. (Mimics robotic voice) "Unexpected item in the bagging area." Yeah, no kidding, Brenda-Bot 3000, it's my soul leaving my body because I scanned the broccoli too fast!
You stand there, sweating, trying to perfectly balance your single avocado like it's a Fabergé egg. Everyone else in line is staring. You can feel their judgment. "Look at this amateur. Can't even buy groceries without triggering a Code Red." Then the light starts flashing... Oh god, the flashing light! It's like you've accidentally tried to buy plutonium instead of plums. And a teenager who clearly hates their job shuffles over, sighs dramatically, taps three buttons like they're defusing a bomb, and walks away without making eye contact. And you're left feeling like you just failed the entrance exam for... society. All because you wanted some yogurt.
And don't get me started on trying to be healthy. I buy all the healthy stuff. My fridge currently looks like a Pinterest board titled "Good Intentions." There's kale, there's quinoa, there's... something green and leafy I bought last week that now looks suspiciously like pond scum.
I have this internal monologue: "Okay, tonight, definitely making that salmon with roasted asparagus." Cut to three hours later: I'm sitting on the couch, covered in pizza crumbs, watching a documentary about competitive cheese rolling. The kale in the fridge? I swear I can hear it weeping softly. It knows. It always knows.
It's the same with exercise! I downloaded one of those fitness apps. You know, the ones with the super cheerful, aggressively fit instructors? "Come on! You got this! Push harder!" Meanwhile, I'm trying to do a lunge and I've somehow ended up in a position that looks less like exercise and more like I'm trying to retrieve a dropped contact lens under the sofa. My muscles aren't burning, they're just... confused. They're sending messages to my brain like, "Uh, Captain? We seem to have deviated from the standard 'sitting' or 'lying down' protocols. Requesting immediate return to baseline."
So yeah. Adulting. It's mostly just pretending you know what you're doing while trying not to set off any alarms, literal or metaphorical, and occasionally eating a vegetable before it dissolves into primordial ooze. It's a journey. A weird, slightly sticky, confusing journey.
Anyway, thanks for letting me vent! You guys have been awesome. Seriously. Give yourselves a round of applause for successfully leaving the house! I'm gonna go home and apologize to my refrigerator. Good night!
(Walks off stage quickly)
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.
