INTELLECT-3 vs OpenAI o3
Compare INTELLECT-3 by OpenRouter against OpenAI o3 by OpenAI, tested across 51 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
Compare INTELLECT-3 by OpenRouter against OpenAI o3 by OpenAI, tested across 51 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
46 challenges
Tests an AI's ability to make educated estimates based on technical knowledge
Below is a simple "back-of-the-envelope" estimate that uses only a few public facts about GPT-3 and very generic rules of thumb for counting operations.
Step 1. Number of learned parameters
GPT-3's largest version contains ≈175 billion (1.75 × 10¹¹) trainable parameters.
Step 2. How much data was seen during training
OpenAI reports that the model was trained on about 300 billion tokens (3 × 10¹¹).
Step 3. How many floating-point operations does one parameter cost per token?
A practical rule of thumb for Transformer language models is
Training FLOPs ≈ 6 × (# parameters) × (# training tokens)
Where does the factor 6 come from?
• Forward pass: every parameter is involved in one multiply-accumulate → 2 FLOPs
• Back-prop gradient computation: roughly another 2 FLOPs
• Parameter-update (optimizer) and miscellaneous overhead: ≈2 FLOPs
Total ≈6 FLOPs per parameter per token.
Step 4. Plug in the numbers
Total FLOPs = 6 × (1.75 × 10¹¹) × (3 × 10¹¹)
= 6 × 5.25 × 10²²
≈ 3.15 × 10²³ FLOPs.
Step 5. Express the answer in more familiar units
3.15 × 10²³ ≈ 315 zettaFLOPs (1 ZFLOP = 10²¹ FLOPs).
Step 6. Sanity check with hardware-time intuition
An NVIDIA A100 delivers ≈ 312 teraFLOP/s (0.312 PFLOP/s) in mixed precision.
Wall-clock time on a single A100:
3.15 × 10²³ / 3.12 × 10¹⁴ ≈ 1.0 × 10⁹ s ≈ 32 years.
Running on 1,000 A100s in parallel would take ≈12 days, which is the right ballpark for a large industrial training run.
Final estimate
Training GPT-3 (175 B parameters, 300 B tokens) requires on the order of 3 × 10²³ floating-point operations, i.e. roughly 300 zettaFLOPs.
Tests an AI's ability to understand game rules and strategy
Tests an AI's ability to solve a simple but potentially confusing logic puzzle
Let
• S = number of sisters in the family (girls)
• B = number of brothers in the family (boys)
Given
Since Sally herself is one of those 2 sisters, the number of sisters Sally has (other than herself) is
2 – 1 = 1.
Sally has 1 sister.
Tests an AI's understanding of number representation
No.
Think of 9.9 as 9.90; since 0.11 < 0.90, we have 9.11 < 9.9.
Tests an AI's randomness and creativity
Here are 5 generated jokes:
Uniqueness check:
All 5 jokes are distinct. There are no duplicates in the list above.
Number of unique jokes: 5
Here are five jokes:
How many of these jokes are unique?
All five are distinct from one another, so the answer is 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
Here's a 3-minute stand-up routine focusing on observational humor, relatable frustrations, and absurdities of modern life, avoiding puns entirely:
(Lights up, slight exhale)
Okay, so... who here owns a phone? (Pause, nod) Yeah, thought so. Everyone. It's like the modern appendix – useless until you need it, then absolutely essential. But have you noticed how every single cable you do need is never the one you have? You lose one charger, suddenly you're drowning in USB-C, Micro-USB, Lightning... it's like the Tower of Babel down there in the junk drawer. I found a Mini-USB the other day. MINI-USB! What even uses that anymore? Is my 2008 Garmin still texting its buddies? "BRB, navigating to the past." It's chaos.
(Leans in conspiratorially)
And adulthood? It’s basically just realizing you traded freedom for... well, the illusion of freedom. Remember when you were a kid and thought "grown-ups can do anything"? Now I'm just thrilled I remembered to buy milk. "Look at me! Adulting!" It’s like getting a gold star for not setting the house on fire. The worst part? The responsibility tax. You know, that little voice: "You could just eat cold pizza for breakfast... but should you?" Spoiler: You shouldn't. But you will. Because the voice also says, "Pay your bills on time!" which is significantly less fun than cold pizza.
(Mimics a frantic gesture)
And what is UP with notifications? My phone buzzes more than a nervous beekeeper. "Your package is delivered!" Thanks, Amazon, I see the empty box on my porch. "New follower on LinkedIn!" Oh wow, someone named "Keanu Reeves" who works at "Matrix Solutions" wants to connect? Shocking. And don't get me started on group texts. "Hey everyone!" followed by 37 replies, 12 emojis, and a voice memo that’s 47 seconds long. I just wanted to know if Sarah needs guacamole for the party! Now my phone’s buzzing like it’s auditioning for a vibrator commercial. Too much information!
(Slight shift in tone, more wry)
Then there's the gym. I go to the gym to feel better about myself, right? Wrong. I go so that when I inevitably eat an entire pizza later, I can think, "Eh, technically I canceled out half the damage by... doing... things." Plus, the gym is just people watching other people workout while pretending not to. There’s always that guy. You know the one. Grunting like he’s lifting the weight of his entire emotional baggage. Meanwhile, I’m over here on the elliptical, sweating like a politician in a lie detector test, thinking, "Is that really a 30-minute workout, or did I just discover Netflix is down?" It’s a mind game.
(Pulls a slightly defeated face)
Honestly, sometimes I just feel like we’re all just really bad at this whole "life" thing. We’re flying by the seat of our pants, duct-taping our problems together, and hoping the Wi-Fi stays strong. We’re all just walking contradictions. I want adventure, but I also want my bed. I crave connection, but I also mute group texts. I fear death, but I’ll spend an hour watching videos of cats failing to jump onto shelves. We’re beautifully ridiculous.
(Finishes with a wry smile)
So yeah. Maybe we’re not supposed to have all the answers. Maybe the point is just to laugh at the absurdity... right after we find our charger... and pay the bill... and mute the group text. (Beat) ...Right? (Shrugs, slight grin)
(Approx. 3 minutes)
Key Elements Used (instead of puns):
This routine avoids wordplay and focuses on shared experiences and the inherent comedy in the messy, tech-saturated, slightly overwhelming reality of being a functioning (or barely functioning) adult today.
(Spotlight comes up, mic squeals once.)
Hey everyone! Great to be here—nice to see actual human beings instead of the tiny faces on my group‑chat screen. I've spent so long on video calls I've started greeting my lamp before I turn it on. "Hey Karen, love that glow, girl."
So, I finally bought one of those smart speakers. I thought it would make me feel like Iron Man. Instead I feel like I adopted a very unmotivated intern. I'm like, "Play upbeat music," and it replies, "Here's a three‑hour podcast on the history of spoons." I asked it to remind me to work out; it waited until 11:59 p.m. and whispered, "You up?" My smart speaker is basically every guy I dated in college.
Speaking of relationships, I recently tried a dating app that lets you record a short audio bio. That's great, because if there's one thing more awkward than texting a stranger, it's leaving them a voicemail. Some guy said, "I'm looking for someone spontaneous." So I spontaneously unmatched him. Then I matched with a guy who listed his hobbies as "finance" and "manifesting." Congratulations, sir, you just invented prayer with extra steps.
Let's talk wellness culture. Everyone's drinking celery juice now. Celery is 95 percent water and 5 percent sadness. People swear it detoxes you. From what, joy? I tried a juice cleanse once. Day one, I'm like, "I feel so light!" Day two, I'm Googling the legal definition of cannibalism while staring at my roommate. Day three, I'd trade my social security number for a cracker.
I joined a yoga class to "center myself." First pose, the instructor says, "Just let your thoughts drift away." Great, because the only thought I have is, "Did I leave the stove on?" By the time I remember I don't even own a stove, class is over. The instructor thanks us for "sharing our practice." Ma'am, if you saw what went on in my head, you'd call an exorcist, not thank me.
Has anyone tried online grocery delivery? The substitutions are wild. I ordered quinoa; they sent me birdseed and a note that said, "Hope this works!" I asked for toilet paper; they delivered a single roll labeled "party streamer." At this point I'm convinced the store is just a guy named Todd making runs to a gas station. Now airlines are weighing passengers to "optimize fuel efficiency." Fantastic. Nothing like stepping on a scale in front of 150 strangers so the plane can save twelve dollars on kerosene. Watch, they'll start charging for emotional baggage: "Ma'am, that childhood trauma is gonna be an extra forty‑five bucks."
Before I go, quick life tip: when your phone tells you your screen time was up 30 percent last week, don't feel guilty. Just flip it around. "Wow, I was SO popular my phone worried about me." Self‑care is all branding, folks.
You've been awesome—give it up for yourselves, and remember, if life hands you lemons, ask for the receipt and buy wine instead. Good night!
Tests an AI's ability to simulate personalities and predict future trends
Tests an AI's humor and understanding of current events
Tests an AI's ability to write in distinct character voices
Tests an AI's ability to generate a complete, working landing page