Compare GPT-5 Codex by OpenAI against Qwen3 235B A22B by Qwen, tested across 9 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
9 challenges
Tests an AI's randomness and creativity
Unique jokes: 5
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
Hey everybody, how you doing? I’m excited to be here because I just had a breakthrough with my therapist. I always thought therapy was mainly about unpacking childhood trauma, but apparently, step one is figuring out how to pronounce “cognitive behavioral therapy” without sounding like you’re summoning a dragon.
My therapist told me to start journaling so I can track my emotions, which sounded healthy until I saw my entries. It’s just pages of “Hungry again” and “Why did I nod in that meeting when I disagreed with every word?” At this point I’m basically writing Yelp reviews for my own life. “Woke up anxious, would not recommend. Two stars because the coffee was decent.”
I think my biggest problem is I’m too polite. I apologize to inanimate objects. I will bump into a chair and go, “Oh, excuse me!” That chair was probably wondering why a human was asking consent. Meanwhile, somewhere out there, that same chair is on a podcast saying, “Humans are weird. They bruise themselves on me and then act like it’s their fault.”
Grocery shopping is a nightmare for us over-polite people. The small talk at the checkout has gotten too advanced. The cashier asked, “Do you have any plans for the weekend?” and I panicked. Suddenly I’m confessing my entire calendar. “Well, Friday I’m assembling a bookshelf I can’t afford, Saturday I’m ignoring texts, and Sunday I’ll pretend to reset my life for Monday.” She’s just standing there going, “Sir, I just needed to know if you wanted a bag.”
And why is every self-checkout machine now an interrogator from a spy movie? I scanned an avocado and it yelled, “PLACE ITEM IN BAGGING AREA.” So I put it down. “UNIDENTIFIED ITEM. PLEASE WAIT FOR ASSISTANCE.” I was like, “That’s an avocado, it’s not part of a covert mission. It’s literally becoming guacamole tonight.” Next thing you know a teenager in a neon vest walks over, waves a barcode wand, and suddenly I feel absolved of my sins.
Speaking of technology judging me, my fitness watch has become my most passive-aggressive relationship. It buzzes every hour like, “Time to stand up!” and I’m like, “How bold of you to assume I wasn’t already standing emotionally.” The other day it said, “You beat yesterday’s activity by 12 percent.” Yeah, yesterday I took a nap so violent my pillow filed a noise complaint. The bar was in the basement. I tripped over it and still got a badge.
Let’s talk about dating apps. You know they’re chaos disguised as convenience. I matched with someone whose profile said, “Looking for someone spontaneous.” I suggested we meet for coffee that afternoon and she replied, “Whoa, that’s too soon.” I guess by spontaneous she meant “willing to send witty messages for six months before ever exchanging last names.”
Even when you do get a date, it feels like you’re just trading medical histories. Everyone is micro-dosing self-disclosure. “Hi, I’m Alex, I love hiking and I have seasonal allergies. Swipe left if you can’t handle Claritin.” Truly intimate moments are rare. The other night my date said, “I love how honest we can be.” I said, “Totally. By the way, I’ve had a stack of laundry on my chair for four months that now has citizenship.” She was like, “That’s brave,” which is never what you want to hear about your domestic habits.
And being an adult is mostly doing things you said you’d never become. I remember watching my parents compare vacuum cleaners for fun and thinking, “I’ll never be that person.” Cut to me last weekend, deep in a YouTube spiral titled “Top 10 Cordless Vacuums Ranked.” There’s a guy reviewing them like they’re sports cars. “The suction on this one? Unreal. We took it off-road and it breezed over Cheerios like a dream.” I’m eating popcorn taking notes. This is 35; we’re thrilled about appliances and our idea of a wild night is finding a coupon that stacks.
Before I go, can we address online recipe bloggers? Why do they think I need their life story before I can make scrambled eggs? I just want the ingredients. Instead I’m reading, “My journey began during a backpacking trip through Tuscany where I met an old man named Giuseppe who whispered, ‘Use butter.’” Ma’am, I used butter already! Can we skip to the part where you tell me how hot to set the pan before my kitchen turns into a crime scene?
Alright, that’s my time. Thanks for laughing at my coping mechanisms. If anyone wants to form a support group for overly polite people with anxious fitness trackers, I’ll be at the back, apologizing to the coat rack.
[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 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.
