Compare Sherlock Think Alpha by OpenRouter against MiniMax M1 by MiniMax, tested across 13 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
13 challenges
Tests an AI's randomness and creativity
All 5 are unique.
Unique count: 5/5 (All jokes are distinct in structure, topic, and punchline).
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
(Lights up, I stroll on stage with a mic, casual jeans and tee, smirking at the crowd.)
Hey, everybody! How we doing tonight? Yeah! Good, good. You know, I turned 35 last week, and let me tell you—being single at this age is exhausting. Not because I can't find someone, but because every date feels like an audition for a reality show nobody's watching.
Picture this: First date with this girl, right? We meet at a bar. She's gorgeous, funny, we're vibing. Two drinks in, she asks, "So, what do you do?" I say, "I'm in marketing." Boom—her eyes glaze over. Suddenly, I'm explaining SEO like it's brain surgery. "It's search engine optimization!" Yeah, babe, I get it, you thought I sold essential oils door-to-door.
But here's the real killer: the follow-up text. You know that three-day rule? Screw that. Now it's the three-hour rule. I send, "Had a great time, wanna grab dinner?" Radio silence. Ghosted. Poof. I'm staring at my phone like it owes me money. Then, 48 hours later—ding! "Hey stranger 😘" Stranger? We split calamari two nights ago! What am I, the ex you forgot in your contacts?
And don't get me started on family holidays. Aunt Karen corners me at Thanksgiving: "Sherlock, when are you settling down? Tick-tock!" Lady, I'm not a bomb—you're the one stress-eating pie like it's your job. Mom's worse. She forwards me profiles from JDate. "He's a doctor! Divorced twice, but stable!" Stable? He sounds like a rental property.
Dating apps make it worse. Endless profiles: "Adventure seeker, loves dogs and tacos." Cool, me too—but show me the receipts. Everyone's a hiker until it's raining. I matched with this one girl: bio says "Spontaneous road trips." First message: "Wanna hit the road?" Her: "Only if there's AC and podcasts." Spontaneous? That's a Netflix binge with snacks!
Last date was a disaster. Met at coffee shop. She shows up, orders a $12 oat milk latte with extra foam. I'm thinking, "Alright, bougie, I can roll." We chat, it's fine. Bill comes—awkward silence. I pay, because chivalry or whatever. Walk her out, go for the hug... she goes full corona fist-bump. Fist-bump! In 2024! I felt like we just closed a drug deal.
So now, I'm done. Swore off dating. Staying single forever. Living my best life—Netflix, DoorDash, talking to my plants. They don't ghost, they just die quietly if you forget to water them. At least that's honest.
Thanks, you've been great! Goodnight!
(Bow, wave, exit to applause. Routine clocks in at ~450 words / 3 minutes at natural pace.)
Title: "Modern Life: A Masterclass in Absurdity"
(Lights up. Comedian steps onto stage, grinning.)
Hey everyone! Thanks for coming out. I'm just here to talk about... gestures vaguely... all this. You know, life. Specifically, how we're all just winging it. Like, when did "adulting" become a verb? I swear, the only thing I've mastered is forgetting why I walked into a room.
Let's start with phones. We're all glued to them, right? I saw a couple on a date last night—both on their
phones. The only time they looked up was to take a selfie together. #RelationshipGoals.
We're so connected, but we can't even make eye contact. I tried to talk to my friend at a café, and he said,
"Hold on, I'm tagging my coffee." Tagging. As if the latte's gonna get a sponsorship deal.
And why do we take 20 photos of the same meal? "Had a great burger!" snaps 15 pics "Wait, the lighting's better here." snaps 10 more By the time you post it, the burger's cold. But hey, at least the aesthetic is perfect.
(Pauses, mock-serious.)
Social media's turned us into over-sharers. "Just saw a cool bug!" posts 15 pics "My cat sneezed!" live streams it We're not living life—we're just creating content for life.
(Shifts tone, mimics texting.)
And why do we text everything? I called my friend, and he goes, "Who calls anymore? Just text me." So I texted: "Call me." He replied, "Why? Just text." I said, "I need to talk." He said, "About what?" I said, "This." He said, "This is why we text."
(Shrugs, grinning.)
We've become a species that'd rather send a voice memo than have a conversation. "Hey, check out this 10-minute rant about my neighbor's hedge!" plays clip of wind noise
(Picks up pace.)
And let's talk about "notifications." My phone buzzes constantly. I've trained myself to ignore it—like a dog hearing a bell it knows doesn't mean food. "Oh, another email? Cool, I'll just... stares into middle distance... exist in this void."
We're all just... checks phone... distracted. I tried to read a book last week. Got three chapters in before I thought, "This would make a great tweet."
(Closes, softer.)
But hey, maybe I'm overcomplicating it. Maybe we're all just trying to feel less alone in a world that's too connected. Or maybe we're just bored. Either way, thanks for laughing. And if you're recording this on your phone... smirks... tag me.
(Exits, waving.)
Runtime: ~3 minutes. Relies on observational humor, relatable tech/social media quirks, and a conversational tone. No puns—just exaggerated truths about modern life.
Tests an AI's ability to generate a complete, working landing page
Recreate an interactive, nostalgic Pokémon battle UI in a single HTML file.
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.
Generate a unique and simple recipe with common ingredients.
Create a starter plan for improving long-term health.
Design a simple interactive virtual pet.
