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“I wonder who on earth that was on the telephone,” Lexy reflected. “It was queer—just on the only night of her life when she’d ever gone out on her own. And he sounded so terribly upset! It was queer. Perhaps—”
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She was aware of a fast-growing oppression. The influence of Caroline’s room was beginning to tell upon her. Caroline didn’t understand about larks. She wasn’t that sort of girl. Quiet, shy, and patient, she had never shown any trace of resentment against her restricted life, or any desire for the good times that other girls of her age enjoyed. The more Lexy thought about it, the more clearly she realized the strangeness of all this, and the more uneasy she became. ... mantelpiece struck one, it came as a shock. Lexy sprang to her feet and looked about the room, filled with unreasoning fear. One o’clock, and Caroline hadn’t come back! Suppose—suppose she never came back?
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Lexy dismissed that idea with healthy scorn. Things like that didn’t happen; and yet—what was it that gave to the pink and white lamplit room such an air of being deserted?
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He swallowed. “The robot—”
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“That’s not Mom. She’s got a few of those, they can change their faces when they need to. Configurable matter. Mom has been here, mostly, and at the CAFTA embassy. I only met her for the first time two weeks ago, but she’s nice, Dad. I don’t want you to go all copper on her, OK? She’s my mom, OK?”
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He took her hand in his and patted it, then climbed to his feet again and headed for the door. The knob turned easily and he opened it a crack.
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There was a robot behind the door, humanoid and faceless. “Hello,” it said. “My name is Benny. I’m a Eurasian robot, and I am much stronger and faster than you, and I don’t obey the three laws. I’m also much smarter than you. I am pleased to host you here.”
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“Hi, Benny,” he said. The human name tasted wrong on his tongue. “Nice to meet you.” He closed the door.
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His ex-wife left him two months after Ada was born. The divorce had been uncontested, though he’d dutifully posted a humiliating notice in the papers about it so that it would be completely legal. The court awarded him full custody and control of the marital assets, and then a tribunal tried her in absentia for treason and found her guilty, sentencing her to death.
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Then ferret brought the Group’s attention back to my brother in a way that caught me by surprise.
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<ferret> Hey, I'm heading to Minneapolis for a few days. How about a meet-up?
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<Kadabra> When will you be there, ferret?
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<ferret> I was scheduled on a Sunday flight,
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but I can come sooner.
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<Kadabra> I can be there.
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<inky> I wish - too far from Melbourne.
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<gargle> Count me in.
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<DoDec> Are you going to that cyberlaw thing?
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<ferret> Yep. Speaking on Tuesday.
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<callmecheese> I'm signed up! Lemme see if I can change my tickets.
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<Kadabra> There's a great brewpub near the conference site. Dinner on Tuesday?
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<ferret> Wait wait wait, what about Shad's brother?
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<Falstaff> Yep, we need to figure that shit out .
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<Gargle> Shad, does a meet-up sound good?
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I can fix us up with a safe place to get together .
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I was frozen for a minute, unsure how to respond.
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The day was catching up with me. It was nearly four in the morning, and my brain was feeling fuzzy. The Group had meet- ups regularly. Someone would say “hey, I’m going to be in Bangkok next week, anybody want to get together?” and people would figure out where to meet and hang out for a while. Or there’d be a hackathon or an SF fan convention or a gaming event - something that a handful of members might be going to and they’d work out a plan to meet somewhere.
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“Stay there, please,” he told Lexy. “You have the lantern. I shan’t be a minute.”
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But as soon as he had reached the foot of the ladder, Lexy climbed down after him; and just at the same moment, they saw— They were standing in a tiny room with roughly mortared walls. A powerful electric torch stood on end in one corner, and at their feet lay the body of a man, face downward across a wooden chest. It was Dr. Quelton.
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With a violent effort Captain Grey lifted the doctor’s heavy shoulder, while Lexy covered her eyes. She knew that he was dead. No living thing could lie so.
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Her head swam, her knees gave way, and she tottered back against the wall, half fainting, when the captain’s voice rang out, with a note of agony and despair that she never forgot.
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“My God! My God!” he wailed. “Oh, Muriel!”
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She opened her eyes. For a moment she was too giddy to see. Then, as her vision cleared, she saw him on his knees beside the chest.
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When she looked back upon the experiences of that dreadful night, it seemed to Lexy that both she and her companion displayed almost incredible endurance. Since morning they had lived through a very lifetime of emotion, to end now in this tragedy more horrible than anything they could have feared.
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I didn't believe it for a second. There's no way a judge would say that all this stuff constituted any kind of real crime. It was free speech, it was technological tinkering. It wasn't a crime.
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But who said that these people would ever put me in front of a judge.
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"We know where you live, we know who your friends are. We know how you operate and how you think."
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It dawned on me then. They were about to let me go. The room seemed to brighten. I heard myself breathing, short little breaths.
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"We just want to know one thing: what was the delivery mechanism for the bombs on the bridge?"
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I stopped breathing. The room darkened again.
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"What?"
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"There were ten charges on the bridge, all along its length. They weren't in car-trunks. They'd been placed there. Who placed them there, and how did they get there?"
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"What?" I said it again.
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"This is your last chance, Marcus," she said. She looked sad. "You were doing so well until now. Tell us this and you can go home. You can get a lawyer and defend yourself in a court of law. There are doubtless extenuating circumstances that you can use to explain your actions. Just tell us this thing, and you're gone."
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"The great and only Max is more stiff and standoffish than ever this year," said Huldah. "I've simply given up trying to please her, for there's no justice in her; she is good to her favorites, but she doesn't pay the least attention to anybody else, except to make sarcastic speeches about things that are none of her business. I wanted to tell her yesterday it was her place to teach me Latin, not manners."
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"I wish you wouldn't talk against Miss Maxwell to me," said Rebecca hotly. "You know how I feel."
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"I know; but I can't understand how you can abide her."
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"I not only abide, I love her!" exclaimed Rebecca. "I wouldn't let the sun shine too hot on her, or the wind blow too cold. I'd like to put a marble platform in her class-room and have her sit in a velvet chair behind a golden table!"
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"Well, don't have a fit!—because she can sit where she likes for all of me; I've got something better to think of," and Huldah tossed her head.
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"Isn't this your study hour?" asked Emma Jane, to stop possible discussion.
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This somewhat flagrant misnomer might be considered an obscene breach of language usage if one neglected to take into account two critical facts: first, that the ship's schematics actually labeled it as Gamma Level, since it happened to fit comfortably between Beta Level and Delta Level; and second, that Gamma Level was the primary repository of paying passengers— folks who either should not be expected to carry a working knowledge of the Greek alphabet in their neural networks, or who considered such a sterile reference system to be vaguely chilling and gauche and hopelessly neo-militaristic.
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Even in the quasi-federal deep space shipping business, it was important to maintain the illusion that the customer was always right.
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No garden, but there was food— from the basic federal protein paste dispenser available to all passengers and crew at no cost, to the private vendors who had leased ship space and paid a tonnage fee for their business stock of supplies. Mr. Wu's Taste of the Orient. Li Nan's Old American Cuisine. The Poultry Hut. An endless succession of franchise burger stands and interstate off -ramp staples. Most of these were permanent berths, as much a part of the Paraclete ecosystem as the engineers, officers, soldiers and crew. There were worse business propositions in the galaxy than having six or seven thousand guaranteed customers for six solid months. Check that: six or seven thousand reasonably wealthy customers, given that they could afford passage on a ship of Paraclete's class in the first place.
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“Captain of a ship?” asked Lexy, with interest. She thought she would like to talk about ships.
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“Oh, no!” said he, rather shocked. “Army—British army—stationed in India.”
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“I knew you were an Englishman.”
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“Did you really?” said he, as if surprised. “People do seem to know. My first visit to your country—six months’ leave—so I’ve come here to see my sister—Mrs. Quelton. She’s married to an American doctor.”
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Lexy thought there was something almost pathetic in his chivalrous anxiety to explain himself.
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“I’m Alexandra Moran,” she said.
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“Thank you!” said Captain Grey. “Thank you very much, Miss Moran!”
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There was no opportunity for further polite conversation, for the taxi had stopped and the driver came around to the door.
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“Better make a run fer it!” he said. “I’ll take yer bags.”
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So Captain Grey took Lexy’s arm, and they did make a run for it, through the fine, chilly rain, along a garden path and up on a veranda. The door was opened at once.
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“Miss Royce?” asked Captain Grey.
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“Mrs. Royce,” said the other. “Come right in. My, how it does rain!”
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“Something real?”
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“Like you said. Action that matters. Something big, and soon,
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before everybody forgets about the Minneapolis Nine.”
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“I want to be at this meeting.” I put my hand on his, gave it a little squeeze. “I mean, I know I’m kind of young, but it’s my brother who’s in jail.”
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“That’s the problem. Maybe you’re being watched because of your famous brother.”
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“But I’m not famous. The feds think I’m just a dumb kid, but I know a lot about how to keep my tracks hidden. I’ll be super- careful. Please? This matters to me.”
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“I’ll have to check, but it’ll probably be okay.” He tried to sound sure of himself but just sounded nervous.
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“I have to be at this meeting. Simon, it would mean everything to me.”
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“I’ll see what I can do.”
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“Give me your number so I can reach you.” He leaned close and whispered it to me as if he was a spy passing vital information.
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I saved the contact and smiled at him. “Thanks, Simon. It’s good to know someone who gets it. Who’s willing to do something more meaningful than post Facebook updates.”
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Rebecca looked disappointed but not quite dis-heartened. "That's pretty good," she said encouragingly. "You're warm but not hot; there's a brook, but not a common brook. It has young trees and baby bushes on each side of it, and it's a shallow chattering little brook with a white sandy bottom and lots of little shiny pebbles. Whenever there's a bit of sunshine the brook catches it, and it's always full of sparkles the livelong day. Don't your stomach feel hollow? Mine doest I was so 'fraid I'd miss the stage I couldn't eat any breakfast."
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"You'd better have your lunch, then. I don't eat nothin' till I get to Milltown; then I get a piece o'... could see Milltown. I suppose it's bigger and grander even than... my pink sunshade there and my bead purse. You see how it opens with a snap? I've twenty cents in it, and it's got to last three months, for stamps and paper and ink. Mother says aunt Mirandy won't want to buy things like those when she's feeding and clothing me and paying for my school books."
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"Seriously. We can do this. We can mess up the profiles easily. Getting people pulled over is easy."
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She sat up and pushed her hair off her face and looked at me. I felt a little flip in my stomach, thinking that she was really impressed with me.
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"It's the arphid cloners," I said. "They're totally easy to make. Just flash the firmware on a ten-dollar Radio Shack reader/writer and you're done. What we do is go around and randomly swap the tags on people, overwriting their Fast Passes and FasTraks with other people's codes. That'll make everyone skew all weird and screwy, and make everyone look guilty. Then: total gridlock."
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Van pursed her lips and lowered her shades and I realized she was so angry she couldn't speak.
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"Good bye, Marcus," she said, and got to her feet. Before I knew it, she was walking away so fast she was practically running.
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"Van!" I called, getting to my feet and chasing after her. "Van! Wait!"
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She picked up speed, making me run to catch up with her.
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"Van, what the hell," I said, catching her arm. She jerked it away so hard I punched myself in the face.
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The pirates all laughed.
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More journalists asked questions. Some were sympathetic, some were hostile. When I got tired, I handed my keyboard to Ange and let her be M1k3y for a while. It didn't really feel like M1k3y and me were the same person anymore anyway. M1k3y was the kind of kid who talked to international journalists and inspired a movement. Marcus got suspended from school and fought with his dad and wondered if he was good enough for his kick-ass girlfriend.
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By 11PM I'd had enough. Besides, my parents would be expecting me home soon. I logged out of the game and so did Ange and we lay there for a moment. I took her hand and she squeezed hard. We hugged.
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She kissed my neck and murmured something.
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"What?"
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"I said I love you," she said. "What, you want me to send you a telegram?"
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"Wow," I said.
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"You're that surprised, huh?"
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"No. Um. It's just -- I was going to say that to you."
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"Sure you were," she said, and bit the tip of my nose.
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"It's just that I've never said it before," I said. "So I was working up to it."
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<Zen> ! ! awesome! ! good luck. leave this phone at home, OK?
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<nikko> duh <Zen> but when you're done, use it to let me know how it went <nikko> yes boss <Zen> ?
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Whoa.
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NoLiMa: Long-Context Evaluation Beyond Literal Matching
This repository contains the data associated with our ICML 2025 paper, "NoLiMa: Long-Context Evaluation Beyond Literal Matching".
Abstract
Recent large language models (LLMs) support long contexts ranging from 128K to 1M tokens. A popular method for evaluating these capabilities is the needle-in-a-haystack (NIAH) test, which involves retrieving a "needle" (relevant information) from a "haystack" (long irrelevant context). Extensions of this approach include increasing distractors, fact chaining, and in-context reasoning. However, in these benchmarks, models can exploit existing literal matches between the needle and haystack to simplify the task. To address this, we introduce NoLiMa, a benchmark extending NIAH with a carefully designed needle set, where questions and needles have minimal lexical overlap, requiring models to infer latent associations to locate the needle within the haystack. We evaluate 12 popular LLMs that claim to support contexts of at least 128K tokens. While they perform well in short contexts (<1K), performance degrades significantly as context length increases. At 32K, for instance, 10 models drop below 50% of their strong short-length baselines. Even GPT-4o, one of the top-performing exceptions, experiences a reduction from an almost-perfect baseline of 99.3% to 69.7%. Our analysis suggests these declines stem from the increased difficulty the attention mechanism faces in longer contexts when literal matches are absent, making it harder to retrieve relevant information.
Results
Models | Claimed Length | Effective Length | Base Score (×0.85: Thr.) |
1K | 2K | 4K | 8K | 16K | 32K |
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GPT-4o | 128K | 8K | 99.3 (84.4) | 98.1 | 98.0 | 95.7 | 89.2 | 81.6 | 69.7 |
Llama 3.3 70B | 128K | 2K | 97.3 (82.7) | 94.2 | 87.4 | 81.5 | 72.1 | 59.5 | 42.7 |
Llama 3.1 405B | 128K | 2K | 94.7 (80.5) | 89.0 | 85.0 | 74.5 | 60.1 | 48.4 | 38.0 |
Llama 3.1 70B | 128K | 2K | 94.5 (80.3) | 91.0 | 81.8 | 71.2 | 62.7 | 51.8 | 43.2 |
Gemini 1.5 Pro | 2M | 2K | 92.6 (78.7) | 86.4 | 82.7 | 75.4 | 63.9 | 55.5 | 48.2 |
Jamba 1.5 Mini | 256K | <1K | 92.4 (78.6) | 76.3 | 74.1 | 70.8 | 62.2 | 52.7 | 43.6 |
Command R+ | 128K | <1K | 90.9 (77.3) | 77.0 | 73.5 | 66.3 | 39.5 | 21.3 | 7.4 |
Llama 4 Maverick 🆕 | 1M | 2K | 90.1 (76.6) | 81.6 | 78.3 | 68.8 | ⏳ | ⏳ | ⏳ |
Gemini Flash 2.0 🆕 | 1M | 4K | 89.4 (76.0) | 87.7 | 87.5 | 77.9 | 64.7 | 48.2 | 41.0 |
Gemma 3 27B 🆕 | 128K | <1K | 88.6 (75.3) | 73.3 | 65.6 | 48.1 | 32.7 | 20.2 | 9.5 |
Mistral Large 2 | 128K | 2K | 87.9 (74.7) | 86.1 | 85.5 | 73.3 | 51.5 | 32.6 | 18.7 |
Claude 3.5 Sonnet | 200K | 4K | 87.6 (74.4) | 85.4 | 84.0 | 77.6 | 61.7 | 45.7 | 29.8 |
Gemma 3 12B 🆕 | 128K | 1K | 87.4 (74.3) | 74.7 | 61.8 | 39.9 | 27.4 | 16.8 | 7.3 |
Gemini 1.5 Flash | 1M | <1K | 84.7 (72.0) | 68.6 | 61.6 | 51.0 | 44.4 | 35.5 | 28.6 |
GPT-4o mini | 128K | <1K | 84.9 (72.2) | 67.7 | 58.2 | 44.1 | 32.6 | 20.6 | 13.7 |
Llama 4 Scout 🆕 | 10M | 1K | 81.7 (69.4) | 72.3 | 61.8 | 50.8 | 35.5 | 26.9 | 21.6 |
Llama 3.1 8B | 128K | 1K | 76.7 (65.2) | 65.7 | 54.4 | 44.1 | 31.9 | 22.6 | 14.2 |
Gemma 3 4B 🆕 | 128K | <1K | 73.6 (62.6) | 50.3 | 35.3 | 16.4 | 7.5 | 2.3 | 0.9 |
This table presents the performance results of selected models on NOLIMA tests. The base score represents a model’s accuracy on the task at short contexts (250, 500, and 1K) and serves as a controlled reference to measure performance degradation at longer contexts. The effective length is defined as the longest context where a model maintains at least 85% of its base score. Scores above this threshold are underlined, while scores dropping below 50% of the base score are italicized.
✨ Updates:
- [2025-04-10]: Added evaluation results on Gemma 3 models (4B/12B/27B), Gemini 2.0 Flash, and Llama 4 Scout. (Llama 4.0 Maverick evaluation in progress... ⏳)
NoLiMa-Hard Results
Models | Base Score | 4K | 8K | 16K | 32K |
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Llama 3.3 70B | |||||
- w/o CoT | 98.3 | 55.5 | 37.2 | 16.7 | 8.9 |
- w/ CoT | 97.1 | 73.0 | 51.2 | 31.8 | 10.1 |
Reasoning Models | |||||
GPT-o1 | 99.9 | 92.0 | 78.0 | 60.1 | 31.1 |
GPT-o3 Mini | 98.8 | 52.8 | 36.9 | 25.5 | 18.9 |
DeepSeek R1-Distill-Llama-70B | 99.9 | 91.4 | 75.5 | 49.4 | 20.7 |
This table presents the performance results of selected reasoning models on NoLiMa-Hard, a subset of the original NoLiMa needle set containing the 10 most challenging question-needle pairs from previous evaluations. Scores dropping below 50% of the base score are in italic.
Evaluation
This HuggingFace repository contains all the necessary data--including the NoLiMa needle set and the haystacks--to evaluate models on the NoLiMa benchmark.
To access the evaluation script and more information, please refer to the NoLiMa GitHub repository.
Dataset Structure
The dataset is structured as follows:
haystack/
: Contains the haystack databooks.tar.gz
: Contains the books used to generate the haystacks. It can also be used to create new shuffled haystacks.rand_shuffle/
: Contains the shuffled haystacks that were used in the evaluation.
needlesets/
: Contains the NoLiMa needle sets:needle_set.json
: The main NoLiMa needle set.needle_set_hard.json
: The NoLiMa-Hard needle set; a subset of the main needle set containing the 10 most challenging question-needle pairs.needle_set_ONLYDirect.json
: The main needle set with only direct questions.needle_set_MC.json
: The main needle set formatted as multiple-choice questions.needle_set_w_CoT.json
: The main needle set with CoT task templates.needle_set_w_distractor.json
: The main needle set with distractors.
GitHub Repo & Paper
For more information about NoLiMa, refer to:
- 📄 Paper: "NoLiMa: Long-Context Evaluation Beyond Literal Matching"
- 🔗 GitHub Repo: NoLiMa GitHub repository
License
The evaluation code and needle set data is licensed under the Adobe Research License. The license prohibits commercial use and allows non-commercial research use. For details about the haystack data, please refer to the haystack/LICENSES.md file.
Cite
If you use the NoLiMa dataset, filtering pipeline, or code, please cite the paper:
@inproceedings{modarressi2025nolima,
title={NoLiMa: Long-Context Evaluation Beyond Literal Matching},
author={Modarressi, Ali and Deilamsalehy, Hanieh and Dernoncourt, Franck and Bui, Trung and Rossi, Ryan A. and Yoon, Seunghyun and Schütze, Hinrich},
booktitle={Forty-second International Conference on Machine Learning},
year={2025},
url={https://arxiv.org/abs/2502.05167}
}
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