Sure looks fake to me. :shrug:
My initial impression too.
Just the more I looked at it, the more I could say what was wrong with it.
A long time I ago I knew a editor for a vanity press. That is, one of those places where you pay THEM thousands of dollars and then YOU ARE NOW A PUBLISHED AUTHOR, HURRAY, LIFE-QUEST COMPLETED! (from an imprint that is sold nowhere, no one reads, and that if anyone even recognizes it's worse than having @aol.com address). Anyway this "editor" would let me borrow some of the more interesting examples, she knew I liked that stuff.
Part of the process of them convincing you to pay them thousands of dollars so you can annoyingly brag about your faux legitimacy as a writer was that they'd have an initial editor read it and present a bunch of notes, you know, to superficially make it more real. They'd publish it either way, of course, but you were encouraged to re-submit incorporating those (never even mildly harsh) notes for the enhancement of the experience.
ANYWAY, there were distinct categories you could informally classify the submissions into. Books about crazy political ideas. Memoirs about being in "the war" (always the ones I felt the worse about---those guys were trying to communicate the most meaningful experience of their life to the next generation, the problem is that we don't really *need* ten thousand accounts about guys moving boxes and fixing planes in the South Pacific and meeting the love of their life etc... Touching, yes, but essentially identical and unfortunately uniformly interminable). Books about how they were wronged by XYZ to exacting detail. Insanely bad attempts at Romance and Fairyland Fantasy. Obvious slash fiction with unchanged or inconsistently changed names (the few things the imprint would actually decline to publish, due to "after detailed legal consideration" i.e. a checkbox on the review form for the liberal arts-at-best editor being paid like ~25 bucks a book). etc...
ANYWAY (AGAIN), there was another submission type: Military/SciFi written by autistics. Sure, there were people in them, to operate those majestic machines described in INFINITE *%#&$%*# DETAIL FOR PAGE AFTER PAGE. Our Hero is, oh my, is flying a P-51 mustang. That's 20 pages of specifications, down to which SERIAL NUMBERS were in what model range and thus our hero had THIS much "War Emergency Power" available to escape the FW-190 (here come another 20 pages, I share the dreadful inevitability of our imperiled hero) chasing him. The same sort of submitter also tended to like aliens and starships, with a rather similar approach.
Guess what this "leaked document" is HEAVILY reminiscent of, albeit more mildly than the extreme approaches I characterize the category by?