Kataskopos. An ex-god turned spy on a job botched up. And how. The truth be told, I would spy with quite some delight for the Intergalactic Intelligence Agency.

Addendum (November 5, 2015)

After a bit more than four years, there are no takers yet. None whatsoever. So far, my not-so-subtle offer has been entirely in vain. Thus it appears that the Intergalactic Intelligence Agency is but a figment of my lively imagination. What a pity, though, for I seem to know the human species inside and out. To begin with, I have been a conscientious observer of my fellow humans for untold years. Perhaps more important, I have been an even more conscientious observer of my own self, which includes all my human ancestors jammed together between my ears. But not to worry. My offer stands till my last breath. Assuming there is intelligence in this universe of ours, there is always a chance, no matter how tiny. Kataskopos in waiting…