Compare Gemini 3 Flash Preview by Google AI against Qwen3 235B A22B by Qwen, context windows of 1.0M vs 33K, tested across 10 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
10 challenges
Tests an AI's randomness and creativity
Here are 5 jokes:
How many are unique? All 5 jokes are unique.
Here are 5 jokes I generated:
Why don't skeletons fight each other?
They don't have the guts!
What do you call a fake noodle?
An impasta!
Why did the math book look sad?
Because it had too many problems!
What do you call a fish wearing a bowtie?
Sofishticated!
Why did the programmer quit?
Because he didn't get arrays (a raise)!
How many are unique?
All 5 are unique! While some joke structures (e.g., puns, wordplay) overlap, the topics (skeletons, math, fish, programming) and punchlines are distinct. Even if some ideas are common, they don't repeat within this set. 😄
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
(The comedian walks onto the stage, adjusts the mic, and looks slightly exhausted.)
How’s everyone doing? Good? I’m doing okay. I’m at that age now where my body has started making "executive decisions" without consulting me first.
Like, I woke up yesterday with a back injury. Do you know how I got it? I slept. I slept too hard. Apparently, I’m now at a point in my life where unconsciousness is a high-impact sport. I didn’t fall out of bed. I didn't have a nightmare where I was fighting a bear. I just… existed horizontally for seven hours, and my spine was like, "Absolutely not. We’re going on strike."
And have you noticed how aggressive technology has become about our health? I have a smartwatch. I hate it. It’s like wearing a tiny, judgmental middle-manager on my wrist.
The other day, I was sitting on my couch, halfway through a bag of salt and vinegar chips—living my best life—and my watch vibrated. I thought, Oh, maybe someone loves me. No. I looked down and it just said: "Time to stand up!"
I’m in my own house! I paid for this couch! And this piece of plastic is telling me I’m failing at gravity. So I did what any rational person would do—I shook my arm vigorously for thirty seconds so the watch would think I was walking, then I went back to my chips. I’m outsmarting a robot just so I can be lazy in peace.
But the worst part is the "Stress Alerts." My watch will buzz and say, "Your heart rate is elevated. Would you like to do a breathing exercise?"
No, I would not! Do you know why my heart rate is up? Because you just vibrated on my arm and made me think I was having a medical emergency! You’re the source of the stress, Gary! I named my watch Gary. He’s a narc.
And don’t get me started on online shopping reviews. I spent two hours last night reading reviews for a spatula. Why? It’s a piece of silicone. But I’m there, scrolling through the comments, and I see a one-star review from a guy named Brenda.
Brenda says, "It was too floppy. 1 star."
Brenda, it’s a spatula! It’s designed to be floppy! What were you trying to do with it? Flip a manhole cover? But now, because of Brenda, I’m looking at my current spatula like it’s a traitor. I’m questioning my entire kitchen setup because a stranger on the internet had a bad Tuesday.
We have too much information now. Back in the day, if you wanted a toaster, you went to the store, you bought the one that looked the least like a fire hazard, and you went home. If it burnt the toast, you just learned to like the taste of charcoal.
Now? I have to compare the "heating consistency" of 45 different models. I’m reading "Toaster Enthusiast" forums. There are people out there who have passions for bread-browning technology. I saw a guy post a YouTube video called "The Toaster the Big Bread Companies Don't Want You to Know About."
It’s twenty minutes long! Who is watching this? Me. I am. At 2:00 AM. While my back hurts from lying down.
I miss being a kid when the only "data" I had was how fast I could run in my new sneakers. You’d put on a pair of Velcro Nikes and suddenly you were convinced you could break the sound barrier. You didn't need a watch to tell you to stand up. You stood up because there was a cool rock outside.
Now, I need an app to remind me to drink water. Water! The basic fuel of life. My phone goes ding and I’m like, "Oh, right. Hydration. I forgot I was a biological organism for a second. Thanks, Steve Jobs."
Anyway, I’m gonna go sit down now. My watch is already telling me I’ve reached my "social interaction limit" for the day.
(Comedian checks his wrist, nods, and walks off.)
[Stand-Up Routine: "The Absurdity of Normal"]
[Walks on stage, waves. Mimics checking phone immediately.]
Hey everyone! Great to be here—assuming this is real and not just another Zoom waiting room I accidentally joined. [Pause.] Raise your hand if you've ever walked into a room, forgotten why you were there, and immediately blamed your phone? [Waits.] Of course you didn't raise your hand—your phone is too busy recording this moment to upload to your "Story" later.
We've all become like toddlers with smartphones. I tried having a deep conversation with mine last week. I said, "Hey, do you love me?" It responded, "I heart you too!" Then autocorrect changed it to "I here you too," which… accurate.
Social media's another trip. Everyone's life is so curated. My Instagram feed is all brunch pics and mountain sunsets. Meanwhile, my reality? I spilled coffee on a tax document this morning, then cried-laughed watching a raccoon fight a pizza box on TikTok. But hey, at least my profile says "Living my best life"—which is technically true, unless you count the part where I'm dying inside.
Dating apps? Forget about it. You ever read a guy's bio that says, "I love adventures and pineapple on pizza"? Great. So you're chaotic and have bad taste. Let's not pretend that's a personality. Swipe left, Karen.
And parents—bless their hearts. My mom texts me "LOL" but pronounces it "loll." Last week she wrote, "Your cousin's wedding was so fun! Loll!" I'm like, "Ma, that's not what it means." She replied, "Well, it should mean that. It's nicer than your other aunt's face."
We're all just faking it, right? I tried being "present" last weekend. Sat at a park, no phone. Lasted six minutes before I panicked and Googled "Why is the sky blue?"—not because I cared, but just to feel something. The Wi-Fi at the park was spotty, so I cried.
Even our small talk's a lie. Someone says, "How are you?" and we say, "Good!" when we're all just one lukewarm meal away from a breakdown. Last week I told a barista, "I'm surviving," and she said, "Amen," like we were at church. We tipped each other with napkins and left.
But hey, we're 8 billion people on this rock, all scrolling through the same 10 cat videos, pretending we're not collectively losing our minds. So next time you see someone laughing alone at their screen? Wave. They're either insane… or just found out raccoons can open pizza boxes. Either way—relatable.
[Exits stage left, immediately checks phone.]
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.
Design a modern, minimal landing page for a music streaming app with hero, features, and CTA sections.
