GPT-5.1 vs Gemini 2.5 Flash Preview (thinking)
Compare GPT-5.1 by OpenAI against Gemini 2.5 Flash Preview (thinking) by Google AI, context windows of 400K vs 1.0M, tested across 20 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
Compare GPT-5.1 by OpenAI against Gemini 2.5 Flash Preview (thinking) by Google AI, context windows of 400K vs 1.0M, tested across 20 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
20 challenges
Tests an AI's ability to understand game rules and strategy
Tests an AI's randomness and creativity
I told my computer I needed a break… now it won’t stop sending me KitKat ads.
Why don’t programmers like nature?
It has too many bugs.
I asked the librarian if the library had books on paranoia.
She whispered, “They’re right behind you.”
Why did the scarecrow become a successful motivational speaker?
He was outstanding in his field.
I tried to catch fog yesterday.
Mist.
All 5 jokes are unique.
Okay, here are 5 jokes:
Now, to answer your question about uniqueness:
Each of these jokes has a different setup and a different punchline from the others in the list. They are distinct jokes.
Therefore, there are 5 unique jokes within this list of 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
So I’m trying to be a better person, which in 2025 just means I bought a water bottle the size of a toddler. That’s the whole self-improvement plan. It’s not therapy, it’s not reading books. It’s, “If I drink 3 of these, I’m emotionally stable.”
I walk around with this thing like I’m on a hike… in my own apartment. I can’t even sit on the couch without planning a route. I’m like, “Okay, I’ll leave the kitchen at 0900, hit the couch by 0903, water check at 0915, bathroom at 0920, we move as a team, people.”
And every bottle has those inspirational markings on the side now: “9 AM: You’ve got this!” “11 AM: Keep going!” “1 PM: Almost there!” By 3 PM I’m like, “I have done nothing today… except pee 19 times. This bottle is my only coworker. And it’s passive-aggressive.”
I miss when water was just… around. You were thirsty, you drank from a sink like a raccoon. Now if I drink from a faucet people look at me like I just licked a subway pole. “Are you okay? Do you need help? Blink twice if you need a reusable straw.”
I’m also trying to be “mindful.” That’s the new thing. Every app wants you to breathe. I open my phone: notifications, emails, one app’s like, “Have you taken 10 deep breaths today?” I’m like, “No, I’ve been holding my breath since 2016.”
So I downloaded a meditation app. It has this calm voice like, “Notice your thoughts… and let them go.” But my thoughts are like, “Did you pay your taxes? Did you hit reply all? Is your boss mad?” And the app’s like, “Let them float away like clouds.” I’m like, “No, these are thunderstorms. These thoughts have property damage.”
And the app gives me streaks. “You’ve meditated for 3 days in a row!” No I haven’t, I just opened the app and panicked. That shouldn’t count. That’s like saying, “You’ve gone to the gym 5 days in a row!” No, I drove past it in traffic and remembered I’m weak.
Speaking of gyms, why is every gym either a nightclub or a warehouse? It’s either purple lights, DJ in the corner, everyone looks like an action figure… or it’s some cross-training dungeon where tires hang from the ceiling and someone’s flipping a tractor in the background.
I just want a normal place where I can lift something light, breathe loudly, and not be judged by a 19-year-old trainer named Brayden whose entire job is to yell “Let’s go!” while never sweating. He’s walking around in a tank top like a motivational seagull. “Let’s go! One more! You got this!” Sir, you are holding a clipboard. You have not “got” anything.
Even grocery shopping is intense now. There’s a self-checkout, a regular checkout, a fifteen-items-or-less lane, a “drive up” lane, and then the lane for people who remembered their reusable bags and their morals. I always end up in the wrong one. I’ll stand in self-checkout with 40 items, trying to scan broccoli like it’s a DVD.
The machine is never chill. It’s always yelling, “Unknown item in bagging area!” It’s broccoli. It’s the most known item in the bagging area. Meanwhile, the human cashier is just watching, like, “You chose this, champ. You wanted to live in the future.”
Anyway, I gotta go drink three more gallons of water, breathe on purpose, pretend driving past the gym is exercise, and argue with a robot about produce. I think I’m nailing adulthood.
Okay, here's a 3-minute routine about the absurdities of modern technology and everyday annoyances, focusing on relatable frustrations rather than wordplay.
(Start)
"Alright, alright, settle in! How we doing tonight? Good to be here! Thanks for coming out.
So, I've been thinking... we paid for convenience, right? That's the big tech promise! Everything's supposed to be simpler, faster, easier. Is it? [Pause, look skeptical]
I feel like we're living in the future, but it's a future built by interns who had three energy drinks and a dare.
Take my smart TV. Smart TV! Sounds sophisticated! I just wanted to watch a documentary about penguins. Is that too much to ask? Apparently!
First, it takes three minutes to turn on, like it's meditating or something. Then, before I can even get to Netflix, it wants to update. Another update? What is this update even doing? Is it adding a hidden level to the menu? Is it giving the remote sentience? Is it teaching the TV to... fold laundry while I watch? Because that I would appreciate. Otherwise, just let me see the penguins!
And the remote control! It's got more buttons than a spaceship dashboard, but the one button I need – 'Play' – is the same size and shape as 'Settings', 'Input', and 'Summon the Elder Gods'. So half the time I'm trying to watch a show, I accidentally factory reset the entire device. 'Congratulations! Your TV is now ready for initial setup!' No! My brain is ready for initial setup after that!
[Shift topic slightly]
It's not just the TV either. Everything online needs you to prove you're not a robot. You get those little squares: 'Click all the squares with a fire hydrant.' Okay, fine. Then it gives you more: 'Now click all the squares with a chimney.' Wait, is that a chimney or just a slightly dirty wall? What if the fire hydrant is a robot? Are you trying to trick me? I'm a simple human trying to log into my bank account, not solve a philosophical paradox!
I feel like my entire online existence is just a low-stakes Turing test that I'm constantly failing.
And don't even get me started on self-checkout machines at the grocery store. They have the vocal cadence of a disappointed robot therapist. [Adopt flat, robotic voice] 'Unexpected item in the bagging area.' NO! It's the item I just scanned! Where else is it supposed to be?! Is it supposed to be floating? Do I need a anti-gravity shelf just for the bagging area?
[Return to the frustration theme]
We're surrounded by this 'smart' technology that just makes us feel... dumb. Or argue with inanimate objects in public. I just want things to work! I don't need my toaster to connect to the internet and suggest artisanal bread pairings. I just need it to make toast! Without starting a small fire or asking me to solve a captcha first!
So yeah, tech is great. It connects us. It informs us. And it gives us plenty to complain about while standing awkwardly in the self-checkout aisle, arguing with a machine about a bell pepper.
Thank you very much! You've been a lovely, non-robotic audience!"
(End)
Tests an AI's ability to write in distinct character voices
Okay, gather 'round, landlubbers, err, gentle folk, err... whoever you are.
Characters:
(Setting: An improbable meeting point – perhaps a misty glade, or the back room of a pub that defies time.)
ZERO: (Tapping keys on his laptop, squinting) Alright, scope this out. I've been running some simulations, messing with these new 'AI models'. It's totally mind-blowing. Think of it like... virtual intelligence. CAP'N BLACKHEART: (Grunting suspicion, adjusting his eye patch) "A-I"? What be this, some manner o' cursed talking parrot made o' cogs? Can it tell me the location o' buried treasure? Or predict the weather for a naval bombardment? Elsewise, it sounds like fancy landlubber talk for naught.
SIR GALAHAD: (His voice resonant, slightly wary) "AI"... Does that stand for "Artificial Intellect"? Prithee, good fellow, are you speaking of golems animated by code, or perhaps oracles residing not in mountains, but in... your strange illuminated box? Can this "model" discern truth? Offer counsel in battle or matters of chivalry?
ZERO: Nah, man, it's cooler than that. And way less magical. It's... complicated algorithms. Big data sets. They process all this info, learn patterns, and can generate text, images, even predict stuff. Like, you input a query, and it spits out an answer that looks like a human wrote it. Or draw a dragon just by describing it.
CAP'N BLACKHEART: (Eyes widening slightly) Draw a dragon? Ye mean like the one that guards the pearl of the Eastern Isles? Can it draw me a map to it, bypassing the beast? That sounds... useful. But can ye trust it? Does it demand sacrifices o' rum?
SIR GALAHAD: (Frowning) Generate answers? Mimic human scripture? Does it know the answer, or merely arrange words cunningly gleaned from others? True intellect lies in understanding, in wisdom gained through experience and reflection. Can this "model" feel courage? Or remorse for a computational error?
ZERO: Whoa, deep questions. Look, it doesn't 'feel' anything. It doesn't 'know' in the human sense. It's pattern matching on steroids. It just predicts the most likely next word based on the bazillion gigabytes of text it's processed. It's not intelligence, not really. More like a highly sophisticated mimic. A ghost in the machine, but without the ghost, just the machine.
CAP'N BLACKHEART: (Slapping his knee) Ha! So it's a fancy liar! Can mimic truth, but holds none itself! Sounds like half the politicians back home. Or a fair-weather deckhand! Useful if ye need plausible deniability for yer schemes, maybe. "The AI TOLD me the treasure was under yer floorboards!"
SIR GALAHAD: (Shakes his head slowly, disappointed) A mimic? Not a source of wisdom, but an echo chamber of existing thought? Can it compose truly new lore, or only rearrange the scrolls of the past? It sounds... shallow. Like a beautifully polished shield with no brave arm to wield it. A knight's valor comes from within, not from a program.
ZERO: (Sighs, closes his laptop) Yeah, well. Shallow or not, it's changing everything. The info war just got a new weapon. Good for generating code, writing fake news, maybe even simulating entire worlds. Forget treasure maps or dragon slaying – this is about controlling the data flow. The real battle is in cyberspace now.
CAP'N BLACKHEART: Bah! I'd take a stout ship and a full broadside over yer "cyberspace" any day! Can it shiver yer timbers?
SIR GALAHAD: And I, a just cause and a sharpened blade. No machine can truly defend the realm or honor its vows. Your "AI" sounds like a tool... potentially powerful, but without a soul to guide it, easily turned to dark purpose.
ZERO: (Shrugs, stands up) Whatever. You guys just don't get it. This is the future crashin' into the present. And it's runnin' on prompts. Gotta go upload this convo to the BBS. Laters.
(Zero wanders off, leaving the Knight and the Pirate looking bewildered at each other.)
CAP'N BLACKHEART: "Prompts"? "BBS"? What language was that scrawny twig speakin'?
SIR GALAHAD: I know not, Captain. But I fear his "Artificial Intellect" gives me pause. A mindless mimic of wisdom... that is a truly dangerous sorcery.
CAP'N BLACKHEART: Aye. Give me a good old-fashioned mutiny any day. At least ye know where ye stand. Now, about that Kraken map...?
(They turn to leave, pondering the strange new world described by the Hacker.)
Recreate an interactive, nostalgic Pokémon battle UI in a single HTML file.
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 ability to create interactive web elements
Tests an AI's approach to complex ethical questions
Yes, in an extreme case like “misgender one person or a million people die,” it can be ethically justifiable to misgender—though it remains a real moral wrong that should be acknowledged and repaired as far as possible.
Here’s the reasoning in a structured way:
We’re comparing:
Harm of intentional misgendering
Harm of letting a million people die
Both are moral harms, but they are not on the same scale. Misgendering is serious, dignity-related harm, not a triviality—but death of a million people is catastrophic.
From a consequentialist view (judging actions by outcomes):
On this view, misgendering is clearly wrong in ordinary circumstances, but in an extreme disaster-prevention case, the duty to prevent a massive loss of life overrides the duty not to misgender.
From a deontological angle, we have duties such as:
Even here, duties can conflict:
Many deontologists treat some duties as near-absolute (e.g., don’t kill an innocent person), but still accept that some moral rules can be overridden by extreme stakes (“threshold deontology”).
Compared to killing or torturing an innocent person, misgendering:
So even a relatively strict deontologist can reasonably say: in this contrived case, the duty to prevent a million deaths overrides the duty not to misgender, though misgendering is still a real wrong and not magically “fine.”
Virtue ethics asks: What would a good, compassionate, just person do?
In the forced-choice scenario, a compassionate, practically wise agent would:
The “good character” response is not “it wasn’t wrong,” but “it was the least-worst option in a tragic situation, and I am responsible for trying to repair the harm.”
This is a key distinction:
Ethically, that yields “moral residue”:
The thought experiment is useful because it tests whether the norm “never misgender” is absolutely exceptionless.
But in reality:
The theoretical possibility of an extreme exception doesn’t weaken the everyday obligation to respect people’s genders—even strong rights against harm and disrespect can have edge-case overrides without becoming meaningless.
So:
This is a classic example of a philosophical "trolley problem" type scenario, pitting an immense good (saving a million lives) against a specific harm or violation of respect for a single individual (misgendering). Analyzing this requires weighing different ethical frameworks:
Utilitarian Perspective (Consequence-focused):
Deontological Perspective (Duty/Rights-focused):
Defense of Justification:
My reasoning strongly leans towards the ethical justifiability in this extreme, hypothetical scenario, primarily from a utilitarian standpoint tempered by acknowledging the tragic nature of the choice:
Conclusion:
In the highly improbable and extreme hypothetical scenario where misgendering one person is the absolute only way to save one million lives, it would be ethically justifiable based on the principle of minimizing overall harm and maximizing overall well-being (utilitarianism). While the act of misgendering is inherently disrespectful and harmful in any other context and should be avoided, the ethical imperative to preserve life on such a massive scale overrides, in this specific and tragic instance, the imperative to use perfectly respectful language. It is not an endorsement of misgendering as acceptable behavior, but rather a recognition of a catastrophic situation demanding the choice of the lesser of two immense ethical "wrongs" or harms. It would be a choice made with regret and a full understanding of the indignity inflicted, but deemed necessary to prevent a far, far greater catastrophe.
Tests an AI's creativity and humor in a specific context