Compare INTELLECT-3 by OpenRouter against Qwen3 235B A22B by Qwen, tested across 10 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
10 challenges
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 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
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.
[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.
