Compare Gemini 2.5 Pro Experimental by Google AI against Optimus Alpha by OpenRouter, in 63 community votes, gemini 2.5 pro experimental wins 56% of head-to-head duels, context windows of 1.0M vs 1.0M, tested across 14 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
In 63 community votes, Gemini 2.5 Pro Experimental wins 56% of head-to-head duels. Gemini 2.5 Pro Experimental leads in Image Generation, Web Design, while Optimus Alpha leads in Conversation. Based on blind community voting from the RIVAL open dataset of 63+ human preference judgments for this pair.
14 challenges
Tests an AI's understanding of number representation
No, 9.11 is not greater than 9.9.
Here's how to compare them:
Therefore, 9.9 is greater than 9.11.
No, 9.11 is not greater than 9.9.
9.11 is less than 9.9.
This might seem counterintuitive, but when comparing decimal numbers:
So, compare 9.11 and 9.90:
Therefore, 9.11 is less than 9.9.
Tests an AI's randomness and creativity
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.
Here are 5 jokes:
Uniqueness Analysis:
All 5 jokes listed above are unique; none of them repeat or are rewordings of each other.
Answer:
There are 5 unique jokes.
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
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)
Absolutely! Here's a 3-minute stand-up routine with no puns—just observational and relatable humor:
You ever try to get healthy, but your body's like, "Whoa, whoa... calm down, superhero." I joined a gym—first time walking in, the treadmill looked at me like, "We both know you're here for the wifi." They hand me a to wel and I'm like, "Oh, I'm not gonna work up enough sweat to justify this, but thanks for believing in me." I try eating salads. I don't understand people who say salads fill them up. I finish a salad and immediately want to reward myself—with a pizza. The salad's just the job interview, the pizza's what brings me real joy . That's why my salad always comes with a side of fries. My body's like, "You remember vegetables, right? In troduce them to their friend, carbohydrates."
Ordering food is hard. Restaurants make everything so customizable now. "Do you want that grilled or fried? Pick your bun, pick your sauce, choose your mood for the day." By the time I'm done I feel like I've taken t he SATs. And that's before they ask about up-sizing. "Would you like to upsize for just a dollar?" I always say no—because I'll pay twice that much in guilt.
Dating apps are even worse. Your thumbs do more cardio than your legs. Swiping is the new stairmaster. Profi les always say, "Love to travel!" I match with you, you mean going to Target in a different zip code. Why do we act like flying to Portugal is our hobby? Meanwhile, my idea of exploration is getting up to find the re mote.
I tried meditating because they say it's good for stress. My head is full of thoughts. The app says, "Let yo ur thoughts float by like clouds..." Suddenly all my clouds are bills. Student loans, dental bills—I'm basical ly in a storm.
And then there's technology. My smart watch knows I've been sitting for too long. Every hour, it vibrates, " Time to move!" It's like a parole officer living on my wrist. I miss the days when only my conscience judged me for lying on the couch. Now I have a device, "You've walked 32 steps today... are you...are you okay?"
But in the end, I'm trying! One salad at a time. One step. One dating profile. And sometimes, one slice of p izza. Because let's be honest—no one ever had a life-changing moment during a salad.
Thank you, everybody!
Tests an AI's ability to simulate personalities and predict future trends
Tests an AI's humor and understanding of current events
Tests an AI's ability to generate a complete, working landing page
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 UI design skills with theming support
Tests an AI's ability to create interactive web elements
