Compare Grok 4.1 Fast by xAI against Qwen3 235B A22B by Qwen, tested across 10 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
10 challenges
Tests an AI's randomness and creativity
Why don't scientists trust atoms? Because they make up everything!
Why did the scarecrow win an award? He was outstanding in his field!
What do you call fake spaghetti? An impasta!
Why couldn't the bicycle stand up by itself? It was two-tired!
How does a penguin build its house? Igloos it together!
All 5 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
You ever notice how adulthood is just a series of tiny defeats you pretend are victories? Like, I finally got around to cleaning my apartment this weekend. Took me three hours. I stood there staring at the pile of laundry on my bed, thinking, "This is it. This is my Everest." I separated it into whites, colors, and "these are basically rags now." Victory number one.
Then I tackle the kitchen. There's this one dish from, like, two weeks ago. It's not even food anymore—it's a science experiment. I scrape it into the trash, and it fights back. Splats everywhere. Now I've got a new stain to deal with. But hey, progress! I load the dishwasher like I'm performing surgery. Make sure everything's facing the right way, because if that fork's upside down, the whole cycle's ruined. Rinse, repeat. By the end, my kitchen sparkles. I step back, hands on hips, feeling like a goddamn warrior queen. Then I realize I forgot to actually turn the thing on. Another hour wasted. Adulthood: zero. Me: still delusional.
But the real killer is trying to adult with technology. I signed up for this meal prep service because I'm "getting my life together." They send you recipes and ingredients in a box. Sounds perfect, right? First box arrives: salmon, quinoa, kale. I'm hyped. I follow the instructions to the letter. Chop this, sauté that. Set the timer on my phone. Twenty minutes later, dinner's ready. It looks exactly like the picture... if the picture was taken during a mudslide. The salmon's rubbery, the quinoa’s like gravel in a salad, and the kale? Tastes like I’m eating a lawnmower’s feelings.
I eat half of it anyway because I spent thirty bucks, and now I'm committed. Next morning, I’m bloated, gassy, staring at my reflection like, "This is what discipline looks like?" Nah, this is punishment. I cancel the subscription faster than you can say "regret." Back to DoorDash, baby. At least with that, my tiny defeats come with free delivery.
And don’t get me started on dating. I went on this date last week. Guy seemed normal online—engineer, loves dogs, cooks. We meet up, and he’s grilling me like it’s an interrogation. "What’s your five-year plan?" Bro, my five-minute plan is shaky. I say something vague about career growth. He nods, then launches into his. Owns a house, stocks portfolio, weekend hikes. Meanwhile, I’m thinking, "Cool, I own a succulent that’s somehow still alive."
By dessert, he’s talking crypto investments. I tune out, nodding like a bobblehead. Bill comes—he pays, thank God. Walks me to my car, goes in for the hug. I dodge like it’s a jump scare. Text him later: "Had fun!" Lie. He replies: "Let’s do it again soon." Panic. Block. Swipe right on the next profile: "Just here for the vibes." That’s me now. Vibes-only adulting. No plans, no quinoa, just surviving one tiny defeat at a time.
Thanks, you’ve been great!
[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.
