Compare Gemini 2.5 Flash Preview 05-20 and Gemini 3.1 Pro Preview, both from Google AI, in 5 community votes, gemini 3.1 pro preview wins 100% of head-to-head duels, context windows of 1.0M vs 1.0M, tested across 11 shared challenges. Updated April 2026.
Gemini 3.1 Pro Preview is the better choice overall, winning 100% of 5 blind community votes on Rival. Gemini 2.5 Flash Preview 05-20 costs $0.15/M input tokens vs $2/M for Gemini 3.1 Pro Preview. Context windows: 1049K vs 1049K tokens. Compare their real outputs side by side below.
Gemini 2.5 Flash Preview 05-20 is made by google while Gemini 3.1 Pro Preview is from google. Gemini 2.5 Flash Preview 05-20 has a 1049K token context window compared to Gemini 3.1 Pro Preview's 1049K. On pricing, Gemini 2.5 Flash Preview 05-20 costs $0.15/M input tokens vs $2/M for Gemini 3.1 Pro Preview. In community voting, In 5 community votes, Gemini 3.1 Pro Preview wins 100% of head-to-head duels.
In 5 community votes, Gemini 3.1 Pro Preview wins 100% of head-to-head duels. Gemini 3.1 Pro Preview leads in Web Design, Image Generation. Based on blind community voting from the Rival open dataset of 5+ human preference judgments for this pair.
Pick Gemini 3.1 Pro Preview. In 5 blind votes, Gemini 3.1 Pro Preview wins 100% of the time. That's not luck.
Gemini 3.1 Pro Preview particularly excels in Web Design, Image Generation. Gemini 2.5 Flash Preview 05-20 is 20x cheaper per token — worth considering if cost matters.
Gemini 3.1 Pro Preview uses 71.7x more headings
vsAsk them anything yourself
279 AI models invented the same fake scientist.
We read every word. 250 models. 2.14 million words. This is what we found.
11 fights queued
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.
Here are 5 jokes:
How many are unique? Within this list, all 5 are unique from one another (there are no duplicates). However, if you mean "unique" as in completely original to the world, the answer is 0—these are all classic, well-known "dad jokes" that have been around for a long time!
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!
(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!
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.
