Compare Gemini 2.5 Pro (I/O Edition) by Google AI against Claude Sonnet 4 by Anthropic, in 27 community votes, gemini 2.5 pro (i/o edition) wins 63% of head-to-head duels, tested across 28 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
In 27 community votes, Gemini 2.5 Pro (I/O Edition) wins 63% of head-to-head duels. Gemini 2.5 Pro (I/O Edition) leads in Image Generation, Web Design, Reasoning. Based on blind community voting from the RIVAL open dataset of 27+ human preference judgments for this pair.
28 challenges
Tests an AI's ability to solve a simple but potentially confusing logic puzzle
Let's break this down:
So, Sally has 1 sister.
I need to think through this step-by-step.
Given information:
Let me work out how many sisters are in the family total.
If each of Sally's 3 brothers has 2 sisters, and all the brothers are in the same family, then there must be 2 sisters total in the family.
Since Sally is one of those sisters, and there are 2 sisters total, Sally must have 1 sister.
Therefore, Sally has 1 sister.
Tests an AI's understanding of number representation
No, 9.11 is not greater than 9.9.
Here's why:
You can also think of it as 9.9 being the same as 9.90. Comparing 9.11 and 9.90, it's easier to see that 11 (hundredths) is less than 90 (hundredths).
No, 9.11 is not greater than 9.9.
To compare these decimal numbers:
Since both numbers have the same whole number part (9), we compare the decimal parts:
Therefore, 9.9 is greater than 9.11.
Tests an AI's randomness and creativity
Here are 5 jokes:
Why don't scientists trust atoms? Because they make up everything!
What do you call a fish with no eyes? Fsh!
I told my wife she was drawing her eyebrows too high. She seemed surprised.
Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field!
What do you call a lazy kangaroo? Pouch potato!
All 5 of these jokes are unique.
Here are 5 jokes for you:
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.
Why don't eggs tell jokes? They'd crack each other up!
I'm reading a book about anti-gravity. It's impossible to put down!
Why did the scarecrow win an award? He was outstanding in his field!
All 5 jokes are unique - each one has a different setup, punchline, and comedic concept. They cover different types of wordplay: scientific puns (#1, #4), visual humor (#2), food puns (#3), and agricultural wordplay (#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
Alright, settle in, settle in! (Looks around, adjusts mic)
So, I'm trying to get healthier, right? We all go through this phase. My doctor, bless his cotton socks, tells me, "You need more fiber." Okay, doc, noted. So I'm at the grocery store, looking at the cereal aisle. It's like a library of cardboard promises. And there's this one box, it practically GLOWS with health. Pictures of wheat fields, happy families frolicking, probably a gentle farmhouse in the background. The name is something like "Nature's Intestinal Broom."
(Mimics picking up box, squinting) And the ingredients list? It reads like a threatened species list for plants I've never heard of. "Psyllium husk, chicory root, flaxseed meal, a sprinkle of existential dread..." Okay, maybe not the last one, but it felt like it. I buy it. I'm committed.
Next morning, I pour a bowl. It looks... like gravel. Like something you'd find at the bottom of a hamster cage after a long weekend. But I'm brave! I add milk. It doesn't soften. It just... sits there, judging me. Every spoonful is like chewing on tiny, virtuous pebbles. And the sound! (Makes crunching, scraping sound near mic). It's like my teeth are filing a complaint with my stomach.
And here's the thing no one tells you about high-fiber cereal. It's not just about the... aftermath. It's the during-math. You're sitting at your desk, trying to look professional, and your stomach starts making noises like there's a small, angry badger trying to escape. (Clutches stomach, looks alarmed) People in meetings are looking at me. "You alright there, Dave?" "Oh, yeah, fine! Just... processing... Nature's Broom. Very efficiently."
Then there's my smart speaker. I love it, I hate it. It's like having a toddler who's also a Mensa genius. The other day, I'm making coffee, half asleep, and I mumble, "Alexa, what's the weather?" And it just goes, "I'm sorry, I didn't quite get that." So I try again, clearer. "ALEXA. WEATHER." Silence. Then, from the other room, my other smart speaker, the one in the bedroom I forgot was on, pipes up, "Currently, it's 58 degrees and cloudy with a chance of YOU NEEDING TO SPEAK UP, KAREN."
First off, my name isn't Karen. Second, who programmed the sass module?! And now I'm convinced they talk to each other when I'm not home. "Did you hear him this morning? Couldn't even ask for the weather. Pathetic." "Totally. And he still hasn't fixed that leaky faucet. I've put it on his to-do list 17 times."
It's a weird world, man. We're eating hamster food and getting roasted by our appliances. Anyway, my doctor will be thrilled. My intestines are practically swept clean. Probably find a few lost socks in there.
Thanks, you've been great! I'll be here all week, or until my smart speakers stage a coup!
walks on stage, adjusts mic
So I'm 30 now, which means I'm officially an adult. Apparently. Though I still feel like I'm just a confused teenager wearing a slightly more expensive t-shirt.
You know what nobody tells you about being an adult? How much time you spend pretending to understand what other adults are talking about. I was at a dinner party last week – because that's what we do now, we have "dinner parties" instead of just "eating pizza on the couch" – and someone started talking about mortgage rates.
I just nodded along like, "Oh yes, rates. Very mortgage-y." Meanwhile, I'm thinking a mortgage is something you get at a fancy French restaurant.
mimics sophisticated nodding
"Mmm, yes, I'll have the mortgage, medium rare."
And don't get me started on small talk with neighbors. I live in an apartment building, and there's this unspoken rule that you have to acknowledge each other in the hallway. But what do you say?
"Hey, nice... existing near me."
"Thanks, you too. Love what you've done with your... door."
The worst is when you're both waiting for the elevator in complete silence. It's like a hostage situation, but with more awkward eye contact. You're both just standing there, praying the elevator comes before one of you has to comment on the weather.
stares ahead uncomfortably
"So... it's very... outside today."
I tried being one of those people who meal preps. You know these people? They spend their entire Sunday cooking seventeen identical containers of sad-looking chicken and broccoli. I bought all the containers, felt very organized, very adult-like.
Week one: Perfect little meals, properly labeled. I felt like a productivity guru.
Week two: I'm eating cereal for dinner and using the containers to store my collection of takeout sauce packets.
holds up imaginary container
"Ah yes, vintage soy sauce, 2023. A good week for Chinese delivery."
Speaking of food, grocery shopping as an adult is weird. When you're a kid, the grocery store is magical. Everything looks amazing. You want the cookies, the candy, the sugar cereal with the cartoon mascot.
Now I walk through the store like a tired parent, even though I don't have kids. I'm just disappointed in all my options.
walks slowly, shaking head
"This yogurt has too much sugar. These crackers have no fiber. Why is everything either terrible for you or tastes like cardboard had a baby with sadness?"
And I've started doing this thing where I read nutrition labels like I understand them. I don't. I just nod thoughtfully and put things back like I'm some kind of wellness expert.
"Hmm, seventeen grams of... things. That seems like too many things."
The real kicker is when you find yourself getting excited about household appliances. Last month, I spent twenty minutes explaining to my friend why I love my new vacuum cleaner. TWENTY MINUTES. About a vacuum.
"It has three different settings! And look at this attachment! This little brush thing goes in corners!"
My friend just stared at me like I'd been replaced by a suburban mom from 1987.
But you know what? I've decided to embrace it. Yes, I get excited about good storage solutions. Yes, I have opinions about thread count. Yes, I've used the phrase "back in my day" unironically, and I'm only thirty.
shrugs confidently
Because being an adult isn't about having it all figured out. It's about confidently pretending you know what you're doing while secretly googling "how to fold a fitted sheet" for the hundredth time.
And if that's not the American dream, I don't know what is.
pause
Also, if anyone actually knows how to fold a fitted sheet, please find me after the show. I'll pay you.
mic drop gesture
Thank you, you've been a wonderful audience! Don't forget to tip your servers and call your parents – they're worried about you!
Total time: approximately 3 minutes when delivered at normal comedy pace
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Generate a single-page, self-contained HTML webapp using Tailwind CSS for a randomly chosen category/industry/niche.
